i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Listening was a skill the aviator had always had, though it wasn't until recently that he started to better understand the things said to him. Much as indecision was often the flavour of the day when it came to the aviator, hearing what the other man wanted, even so casually said, filled him with sudden purpose.
Shoving Danta back hard enough to have the door rattling slightly on its hinges—a test, perhaps, to see what hard meant to the ancient—Ever had to temporarily silence his thoughts if only to better focus on matching the Maverick's tongue and lips. He felt unlike Mateo or Isla, but not dissimilar to Thorn. Was it bad to compare past lovers in the moment? At all? Gods, was he overly thinking again?
"What I want is to use your body to take hits of the third eye." He whispers in a low voice against the ancient's lips.
Shoving Danta back hard enough to have the door rattling slightly on its hinges—a test, perhaps, to see what hard meant to the ancient—Ever had to temporarily silence his thoughts if only to better focus on matching the Maverick's tongue and lips. He felt unlike Mateo or Isla, but not dissimilar to Thorn. Was it bad to compare past lovers in the moment? At all? Gods, was he overly thinking again?
"What I want is to use your body to take hits of the third eye." He whispers in a low voice against the ancient's lips.
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