( would it be so wrong, if he said yes? from esi’s movements, he knows the answer. it does not stop him from trying to hold on for as long as he can, though there’s also little resistance to being pushed down, his arms relaxing as the distance between their bodies increases again. it isn’t that the touch at his thigh isn’t nice, or that he doesn’t feel any arousal. what he’s looking for is something far more intimate, though— regardless of if it’s a real want or an aftereffect of whatever they put in those drinks.
the drinks… are likely the easiest scapegoat, here. )
The only thing I want is you.
( what harm is there, in admitting that much? there isn’t quite a smile on his face, but there’s an adoration in his gaze as he stares up at esi. one hand comes up, tracing the line of one of esi’s marks with a finger that moves on to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. a tender gesture better reserved for a lover in more than the physical sense of the word. )
no subject
the drinks… are likely the easiest scapegoat, here. )
The only thing I want is you.
( what harm is there, in admitting that much? there isn’t quite a smile on his face, but there’s an adoration in his gaze as he stares up at esi. one hand comes up, tracing the line of one of esi’s marks with a finger that moves on to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. a tender gesture better reserved for a lover in more than the physical sense of the word. )
… However you’ll have me.
( and whether he’s wanted in return or not. )