moment taken from him, lavender hued lids flutter, wanting more & wanting none of it altogether. then a slow nod. he was not drunken on the drinks, addicted to something new for the night at least, lasted for days and days to come. the warmth of the other sought almost again, mouth so close to his own and —— oh, had it not tasted like the sweet drinks and all too familiar ? ’ did you always plan to seduce your host like this, my my … ’ succeeded, won over a heart that defended itself against such claims, frightened daring to jump out of his throat but what was it worth, scared in the very moment they would meet again & he would fall some more . tripped, never to get up again. ’ if that was your goal you reached that. for sure , ’ albeit a moment his laugh pushed through lungs so desperate to feel something for years in the past. he was alive again without ever having died.
there’s that soft engimaticsmile of his on his
features as he tentatively places a hand on
caesar’s waist. not pushing, not pulling. simply
resting. there’s something gently serious in his
eyes, though, as he shakes his head, not moving
away from the other.
❝ my GOAL is never to seduce. the goal, the intent, the want---
is always beyond that, ❞ he admits quietly. this is too much,
his mind warns, CHASTISES. you’ll scare him away. you
are too drunk. ❝ it was never my goal to seduce you,
caesar, ❞ he nearly whispers.
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