[And there was no room for words, no breath for him as he's held and kissed- no, devoured- in a fell swoop that is so very familiar. He almost aches for the comfort in the gesture, would return it in force were it only in him to do so.
But he had died. And in dying he had lost that spark, that smoldering ember that bid him keen and sigh and writhe along with the rest of humanity.
He'd lost his desire, and all he can do is stand, hands on Isaac's arms, and let him take what he wants without offering anything in turn.
It'd be a lie, and that would hurt him more than it would sooth.]
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[And there was no room for words, no breath for him as he's held and kissed- no, devoured- in a fell swoop that is so very familiar. He almost aches for the comfort in the gesture, would return it in force were it only in him to do so.
But he had died. And in dying he had lost that spark, that smoldering ember that bid him keen and sigh and writhe along with the rest of humanity.
He'd lost his desire, and all he can do is stand, hands on Isaac's arms, and let him take what he wants without offering anything in turn.
It'd be a lie, and that would hurt him more than it would sooth.]