[ but there he goes, a little firecracker full of desperation and need. that's not the attractive part, no. he knows one day he will have to insist koby depart from the medications, that he will have to gingerly wean him off the things he chases to forget everything except himself. but not now, no. koby isn't ready for that.
and the man lays it on thick in a way that makes will snort, with his bitten bottom lip and the pets along his arms. it's the eyes, though, that always get him. knowing and wide and innocent all in one. sometimes he wonders what koby would taste like, dressed up in sweet sauces and neatly laid out. a feast for a man who enjoys fine things. ]
We can come to an agreement, yes.
[ he reaches to pluck koby's hand from his arm, giving him a tug so that the other has to sit on one spread thigh. and if he follows, will smiles up at him, reaches to touch his cheek, brush hair from his forehead. almost doting, were it not for the cool hunger in his eyes. ]
What do you think I want? [ he drops his hand, smears his thumb over the spit-slick bottom lip, giving it a soft pull before his fingers land on his chin. ] Guess right and I'll give you thirty seconds back.
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[ but there he goes, a little firecracker full of desperation and need. that's not the attractive part, no. he knows one day he will have to insist koby depart from the medications, that he will have to gingerly wean him off the things he chases to forget everything except himself. but not now, no. koby isn't ready for that.
and the man lays it on thick in a way that makes will snort, with his bitten bottom lip and the pets along his arms. it's the eyes, though, that always get him. knowing and wide and innocent all in one. sometimes he wonders what koby would taste like, dressed up in sweet sauces and neatly laid out. a feast for a man who enjoys fine things. ]
We can come to an agreement, yes.
[ he reaches to pluck koby's hand from his arm, giving him a tug so that the other has to sit on one spread thigh. and if he follows, will smiles up at him, reaches to touch his cheek, brush hair from his forehead. almost doting, were it not for the cool hunger in his eyes. ]
What do you think I want? [ he drops his hand, smears his thumb over the spit-slick bottom lip, giving it a soft pull before his fingers land on his chin. ] Guess right and I'll give you thirty seconds back.