But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
You would blame the way your heart is racing and the fluttering in your stomach on the loss of blood, but you've been through this dance often enough to know the truth of the matter. He's still got your wrist pressed against his lips, and even if your physical reactions were all due to loss of blood, that wouldn't account for the images swirling unbidden around your mind. Images of things you want to do, images of those lips on other places, images of you turning and pushing him back, your hands on his cheeks as you pull his face toward yours, kissing him deeply and greedily enough that you can taste your own blood---
A tap on your arm drags your attention back to reality, and though you know it's a terrible idea to turn away from the wall you've been studiously observing you find your head moving against your will. Was he always sitting that fucking close? He's small enough you could pick him up and move him into your lap, tuck yourself between those legs and see if he's just as pale and smooth as you suspect he may be underneath his shirt---
Fucking son of a siren's ugly uncle, focus, Zeph! You are saving a life, not fantasizing like a horny teenager. Does it feel like this for Sam? Does he know what he's fucking doing to you right now?! Trying not to stare at his lips and imagine how they'd look on your oh fuck no not even going there, you nod before really comprehending what it is he's asking, a weak smile on your face. Cheeks flushed, you nod silently and stupidly, raising your left hand in a very stupid thumbs-up, acutely aware of the fact that your shirt is unbuttoned and your chest is bare. Your voice is a helluva lot huskier than you think it ought to be, and much more composed than it should be, all things considered. "Just lemme know when you're satisf- uh, done."
A tap on your arm drags your attention back to reality, and though you know it's a terrible idea to turn away from the wall you've been studiously observing you find your head moving against your will. Was he always sitting that fucking close? He's small enough you could pick him up and move him into your lap, tuck yourself between those legs and see if he's just as pale and smooth as you suspect he may be underneath his shirt---
Fucking son of a siren's ugly uncle, focus, Zeph! You are saving a life, not fantasizing like a horny teenager. Does it feel like this for Sam? Does he know what he's fucking doing to you right now?! Trying not to stare at his lips and imagine how they'd look on your oh fuck no not even going there, you nod before really comprehending what it is he's asking, a weak smile on your face. Cheeks flushed, you nod silently and stupidly, raising your left hand in a very stupid thumbs-up, acutely aware of the fact that your shirt is unbuttoned and your chest is bare. Your voice is a helluva lot huskier than you think it ought to be, and much more composed than it should be, all things considered. "Just lemme know when you're satisf- uh, done."
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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