i nearly shivered in delight and pure lust at the way he calls my name.
but doing so would introduce purple into my vision.
only red.
purple, purple, too exotic, too much, they whispered.
i could only oblige.
"no, that is all, simon," i nodded breathlessly.
something twitched.
"wait."
he turned to look at me.
no, no, no! we smell purple, we smell purple! they shrieked and howled.
"can i make up to you with dinner?" my voice shaking.
they howled in despair.
he looked at me strangely, his face inscrutable.
"th-that would be nice, david," he smiled hesitantly.
oh the way he called my name!
i bit my lip, drawing blood.
blood? blood is red. red is good. red, red, red!
my tongue prodded my lip a bit more, blood coating my tongue. i needed to appease them.
"david, you're bleeding," concern edging his voice.
"yes, i am aware, no need to worry, i-i am alright," i lied.
his dark eyes gleamed dangerously with knowledge.
"you're lying."
"am not."
"are too!" he called childishly
i rolled my eyes, huffing in protest.
he stepped a bit closer.
his hand cautiously reached out.
his thumb gently swiped my lips, wiping the blood away.
i exhaled shakily, almost moaning.
bursts of blue and purple dangerously crossed the red's territory.
his hand began to withdraw.
i grabbed his hand, holding it where the tip of his thumb merely brushed my lip.
our eyes locked in a heated gaze.
i allowed his hand to stray from my lips and graze gently against my cheek, but never letting go.
good, good, this is good, the blues and rich purples whispered.
his hand slowly cupped my cheek, his thumb still exploring the skin of my cheek.
"simon," i whispered, "they told me purple was too exotic, i'll get in trouble."
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