He leans into the grip, feeling the flame of the man's breath on his lips, on his cheeks. He keeps his hands at his side, despite his instincts screaming for him to reciprocate.
'Mine. To do with as I will.'
The hunger shrieks in defiance, but he will not indulge it. It has cost him so much already, it probably would not alter the outcome, but something in him will not allow it.
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He leans into the grip, feeling the flame of the man's breath on his lips, on his cheeks. He keeps his hands at his side, despite his instincts screaming for him to reciprocate.
'Mine. To do with as I will.'
The hunger shrieks in defiance, but he will not indulge it. It has cost him so much already, it probably would not alter the outcome, but something in him will not allow it.