each touch does little to sate his hunger, if anything it just makes it bloom bigger, faster, all the more impossible to ignore. "i couldn't forget," he whispered it, nipping at his bottom lip playfully. archie hadn't known that this was a possibility. that he even had a chance to touch winston again, let alone be wrapped up in his embrace. it wasn't something he was capable of refusing. he hadn't ever been capable of restraining himself around winston. each touch is everything he'd needed, his hunger fueled by each and every one. he doesn't say a word, but a low hum of approval escapes his lips. a low groan falls the moment that the other man lifts him up, his legs instinctively wrapping around his frame, whilst his arms tighten their grip around his neck. fingertips grasp at his neck, relieved to be in his arms. relieved to be with him again. he doesn't pay much attention to their surroundings, solely focused on his husband. on the man he'd loved since he was a child. he rocks his hips up against the other man's own, eager and hungry, fingers clawing at his shirt, needing it off of his frame. needing to feel him, to feel his warm skin against his palm. to feel bare body against his own. "you want to ruin me, huh?" he asked, grinding his rock hard cock against the other man's own, the friction perfect, but still not quite enough. he needed to be full of him. needed that familiar ache that followed the night before. his head falls backward, granting the man access across the expanse of his neck, "fuck, daddy. fuck me, please." it leaves his lips before he has a chance to stop it, but even once he had, he doesn't regret it, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent wilts in their wake.
