( the cold is setting in, and neuvillette feels a little more sluggish than he'd expected, and as eager as wriothesley is in seeking out touch and calm, neuvillette finds his natural soul's instincts gravitating toward the younger man's natural body heat. he seeks him out with a yearning that startles even him, and he can't help but find himself caught on the softness of wriothesley's just-awakened look, helplessly drawn to the soft vulnerability that he has never seen on him.
no, this is wriothesley before all of his defence mechanisms kick in, so young and so open, and he forgets to breathe for a moment.
perhaps it's the effect of the imprinting, pleasant and warm like honey in his veins, warming up corners of himself that he didn't realize were bereft. or perhaps it's just wriothesley, with his hand on his thigh. his hand comes to rest on his cheek, thumb subconsciously smoothing over his bottom lip as he speaks.
warmth, softness. all these things neuvillette has never realized he wanted up until now. )
You don't have to do anything else but be at ease, Wriothesley. ( he tells him softly. ) I came because I wished to. The thought of you being alone and in profound discomfort is... unacceptable to me.
( but he has more he wants to say, so much more he needs to blurt out. ) I understand that you reached out to me because you wanted a choice despite your circumstances, and I, too, hope to make a choice, if you are willing and open.
( so it doesn't have to be forced, so that this can be their way of taking control, together. he takes a breath, and decides to just be honest, because there is no way to lead into this normally when none of what is happening to them is normal: )
I should like to kiss you, while you are still all here.
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( the cold is setting in, and neuvillette feels a little more sluggish than he'd expected, and as eager as wriothesley is in seeking out touch and calm, neuvillette finds his natural soul's instincts gravitating toward the younger man's natural body heat. he seeks him out with a yearning that startles even him, and he can't help but find himself caught on the softness of wriothesley's just-awakened look, helplessly drawn to the soft vulnerability that he has never seen on him.
no, this is wriothesley before all of his defence mechanisms kick in, so young and so open, and he forgets to breathe for a moment.
perhaps it's the effect of the imprinting, pleasant and warm like honey in his veins, warming up corners of himself that he didn't realize were bereft. or perhaps it's just wriothesley, with his hand on his thigh. his hand comes to rest on his cheek, thumb subconsciously smoothing over his bottom lip as he speaks.
warmth, softness. all these things neuvillette has never realized he wanted up until now. )
You don't have to do anything else but be at ease, Wriothesley. ( he tells him softly. ) I came because I wished to. The thought of you being alone and in profound discomfort is... unacceptable to me.
( but he has more he wants to say, so much more he needs to blurt out. ) I understand that you reached out to me because you wanted a choice despite your circumstances, and I, too, hope to make a choice, if you are willing and open.
( so it doesn't have to be forced, so that this can be their way of taking control, together. he takes a breath, and decides to just be honest, because there is no way to lead into this normally when none of what is happening to them is normal: )
I should like to kiss you, while you are still all here.