SAMUEL
I am drowning
There is no sight of land
"Why write sad ones? Stories are meant to be fun." He chimed back. Sam had read many a sad book of course, but they'd always left him with an odd emptiness, a desire to go back into the pages and fix it.
There was a subtle shift in the way he was touched; teeth entering kisses and a hand on his hip that said more words than mere speech could. He couldn't hear the words mumbled against his skin but could believe that they were sweet and good, could be satisfied just to feel the brush of Remi's lips on his chest above his heart.
"Not quite the kisses I meant, but very good anyway." He grinned, stroking a hand over Remi's hair. Softly he pushed himself up into Remi's mouth and hips, moved his hands down to splay across his shoulder blades. "...I'm glad I can touch you now. Once it was...you were scared of it. But you are so lovely to touch, I think my life would be quite barren without the simple joy of it."
There was a subtle shift in the way he was touched; teeth entering kisses and a hand on his hip that said more words than mere speech could. He couldn't hear the words mumbled against his skin but could believe that they were sweet and good, could be satisfied just to feel the brush of Remi's lips on his chest above his heart.
"Not quite the kisses I meant, but very good anyway." He grinned, stroking a hand over Remi's hair. Softly he pushed himself up into Remi's mouth and hips, moved his hands down to splay across his shoulder blades. "...I'm glad I can touch you now. Once it was...you were scared of it. But you are so lovely to touch, I think my life would be quite barren without the simple joy of it."
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
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