[ at first, he's concerned that the way he's moved Silver around might have caused him some kind of discomfort, some sort of pain that he hadn't meant to happen. he's not sure if that's preferable to the reality of the situation and how acutely aware he is of how hot Silver's skin feels even through the fabric of his costume, the way he can see as well as feel all the little puffs of breath he's letting out in the shared space between them.
too much fabric, Silver says. Malleus knows what could be done to resolve his problem, but he is unsure of what that would mean for them both.
it isn't as though he dislikes Silver. the extent to which his affection extends is questionable, not because of his own struggle to properly convey or put it into words but because of who Malleus is and the expectations and obligations he's already bound to. the scandal that would ensue would not be something he could escape even via self-isolation, to say nothing of the scrutiny Silver himself would face...
but here, in the private of a bedroom with the music of the party thrumming faint and murmuring beneath their feet, he thinks it might be all right. ]
It would be best for you to save your breath. [ there's no animosity behind the usually hostile phrase, nothing to suggest any kind of dismissal or refusal. he says it with the confidence of someone unfamiliar with the phrase who's intent on using it anyway. ]
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too much fabric, Silver says. Malleus knows what could be done to resolve his problem, but he is unsure of what that would mean for them both.
it isn't as though he dislikes Silver. the extent to which his affection extends is questionable, not because of his own struggle to properly convey or put it into words but because of who Malleus is and the expectations and obligations he's already bound to. the scandal that would ensue would not be something he could escape even via self-isolation, to say nothing of the scrutiny Silver himself would face...
but here, in the private of a bedroom with the music of the party thrumming faint and murmuring beneath their feet, he thinks it might be all right. ]
It would be best for you to save your breath. [ there's no animosity behind the usually hostile phrase, nothing to suggest any kind of dismissal or refusal. he says it with the confidence of someone unfamiliar with the phrase who's intent on using it anyway. ]
Silver... would you like for me to undress you?