[ no sign of fear or hesitation from the other, that's interesting. maybe foolish? no, not that-chuuya must know something else is staying fyodor's hand. after all, the agreement had nothing to do with touching and proximity. chuuya could break his hand with ease. gentleness. softness. things that are gentle have not been given to him; he can give gentleness himself if he chooses to but to be permitted to give it is new.
had he been a different sort of person it would be easy to lean in and press even closer, run the tip of his tongue along the sweat and skin—]
Pity the village stands then.
[ he slides his hand until it settles on the nape, red strands between fingers, the damp warmth and he nudges a little to urge chuuya to draw closer. ] Why are you allowing this?
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had he been a different sort of person it would be easy to lean in and press even closer, run the tip of his tongue along the sweat and skin—]
Pity the village stands then.
[ he slides his hand until it settles on the nape, red strands between fingers, the damp warmth and he nudges a little to urge chuuya to draw closer. ] Why are you allowing this?