[ His fingers curl, a scrape of nails against the side of his face. He doesn't dig, just an idle scrape, as if he's trying to claw him closer, closer. He likes that he lets him in, that he's chosen to be even just slightly selfish. Perhaps, perhaps even, he likes that he decides to be selfish now, with him.
He nudges him further in. They're still moving to some unheard beat. He rarely misses his record player, but now? Maybe he would have liked to have it. His lips curl, they're so close, he almost tugs him back to his lips, but...
He likes watching him take. Like he wants it. ]
Even when it's me leading it? The flow? Isn't that dangerous?
[ Or were they both bad men who could handle a little danger? ]
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[ His fingers curl, a scrape of nails against the side of his face. He doesn't dig, just an idle scrape, as if he's trying to claw him closer, closer. He likes that he lets him in, that he's chosen to be even just slightly selfish. Perhaps, perhaps even, he likes that he decides to be selfish now, with him.
He nudges him further in. They're still moving to some unheard beat. He rarely misses his record player, but now? Maybe he would have liked to have it. His lips curl, they're so close, he almost tugs him back to his lips, but...
He likes watching him take. Like he wants it. ]
Even when it's me leading it? The flow? Isn't that dangerous?
[ Or were they both bad men who could handle a little danger? ]