But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
"Huh." Your expression remains a mask of uncertainty for a beat longer as you wonder if you ought to be indignant; then you break into a somewhat smug grin. "Told ya spendin' time with a scoundrel like me'd be bad for ya," you tease, shaking your head in mock consternation. "My sweet innocent Red, bitin' strangers an' tellin' lies. Where will the corruption end?"
It really is like a roller coaster with him. Warmth and happiness blooms unbidden in your belly as he admits to have being similarly aroused, even though you know it had nothing to do with you. It's a bizarre reaction to a bizarre experience, you old pervert, and doesn't mean this cute young man likes you any more than as a friend.
The idea of blood being filling is.... Eh. You're not gonna lie and say it isn't weird, which is good because it focused your brain back down from scandalous places. "That's... Fuckin' weird, mate," you admit with an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. You've come to one of your favorite sitting places now, a small bench tucked beneath a tree where you and El used to build bonfires while Ray ran through the sand.
The pit is all maintained, and you have a stash of kindling and supplies buried among the roots, as well as half a bottle of rum. "Wanna sit?" you invite Sam, setting your drink down and moving to extract the firemaking materials, intending to light the evening air.
It really is like a roller coaster with him. Warmth and happiness blooms unbidden in your belly as he admits to have being similarly aroused, even though you know it had nothing to do with you. It's a bizarre reaction to a bizarre experience, you old pervert, and doesn't mean this cute young man likes you any more than as a friend.
The idea of blood being filling is.... Eh. You're not gonna lie and say it isn't weird, which is good because it focused your brain back down from scandalous places. "That's... Fuckin' weird, mate," you admit with an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. You've come to one of your favorite sitting places now, a small bench tucked beneath a tree where you and El used to build bonfires while Ray ran through the sand.
The pit is all maintained, and you have a stash of kindling and supplies buried among the roots, as well as half a bottle of rum. "Wanna sit?" you invite Sam, setting your drink down and moving to extract the firemaking materials, intending to light the evening air.
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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