[Should he be kept secret? Probably. Maybe. Yes. The City hangs over any connection he makes like a shroud. If he gets too close to anyone, then if they are lost to the whims of cruel fate...]
[He doesn't want to think of it now. Silco is here in his arms. It's easy to focus on everything physical, like an itch to be scratched. He knows its more than that. More threads tie them now instead of simple honest lust. But even in his denial, he can't help the way he sighs, almost longingly, at the nail that scrapes over his scar.]
And maybe you could lead me back, too.
[Since he already was astray. This feels more grounding. He feels more human, more vibrant, more alive. His constant guilt feels more like a shadow in the back of the room than something infecting every waking moment.]
[Another few kisses, meaningful, against the cloth that feels so heated already. He wonders if he can coax him with such simple gestures, make him gasp and keen and want for more. Want him more.]
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[He doesn't want to think of it now. Silco is here in his arms. It's easy to focus on everything physical, like an itch to be scratched. He knows its more than that. More threads tie them now instead of simple honest lust. But even in his denial, he can't help the way he sighs, almost longingly, at the nail that scrapes over his scar.]
And maybe you could lead me back, too.
[Since he already was astray. This feels more grounding. He feels more human, more vibrant, more alive. His constant guilt feels more like a shadow in the back of the room than something infecting every waking moment.]
[Another few kisses, meaningful, against the cloth that feels so heated already. He wonders if he can coax him with such simple gestures, make him gasp and keen and want for more. Want him more.]