Dec 17, 2019
Silverflint DOW
@silverflintdaily | 12.16.19
Week 15: cuff, dusk, engineer
“When did you first know?” Flint asked. Dusk had long since succumbed to inky blackness, blanketing their hut.
“That I wanted you? I suppose it was after you stashed me away at Ms. Guthrie’s. You looked at me like I was less than a flea. I wanted you then.”
Flint wrapped two fingers around Silver’s bare wrist, forming an unbreakable cuff. His thumb ran over the tender flesh.
“If you’re asking when I knew I would have you,” Silver offered into the silence, “that was later. After you’d engineered our release from the cages. You were mine then.”
He leaned down to devour Flint’s mouth. Flint was his. As he was Flint’s.