[Silver notices only the shift in his grip, naturally. If he were more aware of himself, he'd probably be panicking right now in the face of realisation. If that boy hadn't moved, if he'd blocked Silver's path for long enough...
But that isn't what happened, and he's too far gone in this moment to care. It feels so disparately good when he's deposited on the bed, relieved of the incessant heat of another's body but still yearning for it.]
Malle--us- ah-!
[His breath catches when his legs are lifted up and his back hits the mattress. This time, he doesn't curl in on himself at all - even if those hands move away the young man's legs remain slightly spread, shoes pressed into the mattress in some measure of offering. His clothes are absolutely stifling, and as one hand rises to clumsily push his hair back and cover his face, all he can think about is how his shirt moves over skin, brushes distractingly over his hard nipples.]
It's too-- ah... I feel like I'm burning up. Too much fabric...
[conscious thought flickers in and out, and he sighs lightly in time with it. I want to beg, he'd said, and he meant it. It shows in his gaze now, pale blue-violet in this light.]
You're so beautiful.
[That's far more earnest and sudden than he wanted to be, but it's fine. He could lie with Malleus anytime without a stitch of complaint, if not for their normal circumstances. To which-- he can't remember clearly what they're here for right now. Or where here is, when all he wants to think about is the other man.]
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But that isn't what happened, and he's too far gone in this moment to care. It feels so disparately good when he's deposited on the bed, relieved of the incessant heat of another's body but still yearning for it.]
Malle--us- ah-!
[His breath catches when his legs are lifted up and his back hits the mattress. This time, he doesn't curl in on himself at all - even if those hands move away the young man's legs remain slightly spread, shoes pressed into the mattress in some measure of offering. His clothes are absolutely stifling, and as one hand rises to clumsily push his hair back and cover his face, all he can think about is how his shirt moves over skin, brushes distractingly over his hard nipples.]
It's too-- ah... I feel like I'm burning up. Too much fabric...
[conscious thought flickers in and out, and he sighs lightly in time with it. I want to beg, he'd said, and he meant it. It shows in his gaze now, pale blue-violet in this light.]
You're so beautiful.
[That's far more earnest and sudden than he wanted to be, but it's fine. He could lie with Malleus anytime without a stitch of complaint, if not for their normal circumstances. To which-- he can't remember clearly what they're here for right now. Or where here is, when all he wants to think about is the other man.]