So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
To Sam's delight, Milo pressed their foreheads together and rubbed noses, a far more affectionate gesture than could usually be expected from a hook up over a store counter; he smiled and lifted a hand to stroke Milo's cheek, his lips opening just slightly in a quiet gasp as Milo pulled out.
Sitting himself up and stretching, languidly lifting his arms to the ceiling and humming, he eventually hopped off the counter, going to find his pants and putting them on as Milo also got dressed, finding that now they'd been close, it didn't feel awkward at all anymore. "I assume because we need blood to live if we can't get it from the Voice, and it tempts people to allow us to do it - if it was painful with no benefits, it would be harder to convince them."
Looking about for his shirt, he smiled shyly, a thought coming to him, and looked to Milo. "..Thank you, by the way. For not saying anything about how I'm..different, and for wanting me anyway. I appreciate it."
Sitting himself up and stretching, languidly lifting his arms to the ceiling and humming, he eventually hopped off the counter, going to find his pants and putting them on as Milo also got dressed, finding that now they'd been close, it didn't feel awkward at all anymore. "I assume because we need blood to live if we can't get it from the Voice, and it tempts people to allow us to do it - if it was painful with no benefits, it would be harder to convince them."
Looking about for his shirt, he smiled shyly, a thought coming to him, and looked to Milo. "..Thank you, by the way. For not saying anything about how I'm..different, and for wanting me anyway. I appreciate it."
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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