#93 “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.”
I changed this one up a little too. SORRY!
He’s spent months denying himself. Denying Silver. Pretending he doesn’t see the way Silver looks at him. But he sees. He sees the naked desire.
He sees the way Silver’s hand clench when Flint steps away and denies them both again.
He hears the way Silver’s breath catches when Flint momentarily forgets himself and leans into him, eyes drawn to Silver’s mouth, watching his lips and tongue move as Silver speaks. He can’t help himself, he can’t keep himself from looking back sometimes.
Silver is beautiful. His mind is sharp and just as alluring as his body. Flint’s fingers itch to touch him. So when it finally happens, when he can’t say no any longer, it’s not Silver’s body or mind or eyes that turn the tide.It’s the delicate way Silver says his name.
Flint is making a decision that he knows instinctively will most likely get him killed and when everyone has exited the room Silver turns to him and whispers his name, his given name, in such a way that all of Flint’s reason for the distance flees.
He crosses the room in three strides and takes Silver’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Silver whines low in the back of his throat, hands clutching the front of Flint’s shirt to pull him closer.
The kiss is frantic, desperate. Months of built up frustration on both sides finally being released. Flint bites Silver’s lower lip, pulls it into his mouth and sucks it. His hands cups Silver’s face, fingers sliding into his hair to draw him closer, to get his tongue deeper inside.
Silver molds himself to Flint’s front, hips rubbing together.
Flint pulls back on a gasp, puts his forehead against Silver’s and breathes deep.
“I have tried so hard to stop this, to stay away from you. I can’t, I want you too much.”
They don’t leave his cabin for several hours and Silver makes good on every promise that Flint had seen in his eyes.
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