[propriety and scandal are certainly a good demotivator for any sort of conversation on the subject of affection, truly. Silver has always been content with keeping the depths of his own hidden behind the effort of working with and for Malleus, supporting him from a distance.
later, he'll be thankful that he hadn't started talking before they'd settled into a private space. then he'll be angry, probably, and guilty - what if this was somehow calculated? it's a silly thought, given there was no way to guarantee who would be here or how this would all end up.
in any case, he's at once completely receptive to and confused by Malleus' words. save his breath? maybe he's right, though...]
A-ah... of course.
[he feels like he can't save it anyway, every puff of heated breath only serving to push him deeper into his senses. another time, he might feel some guilt even despite the lack of animosity, the absolute absence of dismissal or worse.
would you like for me to undress you? he feels like he could faint, just hearing it from Malleus himself. the only thing that could maybe make that better would have been for it to be ghosted against his ear again.]
I-- please. [it's just logical, true - Silver can barely think to keep his hands moving - and there's a shy sort of earnestness to it. maybe it doesn't mean anything to Malleus, but it does to the younger man, at least in this moment.] Sorry-- for the trouble.
[it's almost sighed, in the effort of saving breath, as he bites his lip.]
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later, he'll be thankful that he hadn't started talking before they'd settled into a private space. then he'll be angry, probably, and guilty - what if this was somehow calculated? it's a silly thought, given there was no way to guarantee who would be here or how this would all end up.
in any case, he's at once completely receptive to and confused by Malleus' words. save his breath? maybe he's right, though...]
A-ah... of course.
[he feels like he can't save it anyway, every puff of heated breath only serving to push him deeper into his senses. another time, he might feel some guilt even despite the lack of animosity, the absolute absence of dismissal or worse.
would you like for me to undress you? he feels like he could faint, just hearing it from Malleus himself. the only thing that could maybe make that better would have been for it to be ghosted against his ear again.]
I-- please. [it's just logical, true - Silver can barely think to keep his hands moving - and there's a shy sort of earnestness to it. maybe it doesn't mean anything to Malleus, but it does to the younger man, at least in this moment.] Sorry-- for the trouble.
[it's almost sighed, in the effort of saving breath, as he bites his lip.]