Gentle fingers trailed down his face, the pad of his thumb brushing over steadily swelling skin.
" I told you not to do that," Corbyn's mumble barely passed his lips, empty blue tracing the bruise on his jaw.
" He hurt you," Daniel's palm ghosted over his shoulder, ears deaf to his silent song.
" That doesn't matter. I don't want you hurt, D," a careful napkin pressed to his upper lip, halting the slushing crimson river. His forehead warm against the smooth skin just below his ear.
" What makes you think I do?" Inky black polluted ocean waves. Words just loud enough to hear.
Frost-clad orbs drifted toward shining tiles, tossing the bloodied napkin into the open maw of the waste bin. His body finding its way back between warm thighs.
Feather light touches drifted south, dipping below his shirt to ghost over his belly. His milky skin stained with pooling ink.
All movement, but his own ceased. His heart singing something soft, something reminiscent. His fingers left sparks in their wake, brilliant gems hidden beneath pale lids.
Daniel moved forward, lips brushing his forehead.
Hot, sweet breath fanned over his neck. The thick fog leaving scattered raindrops across flat plains. Lips lingering against his sweet spot.
Glazed jewels studied him. Corbyn's frozen sapphires shielded, nose nestled into the crook of his neck. Fingers tips running along the helm of his pants.
" It's 7:55. You should get going," Daniel barely pulled away, tracing the ridge of his palmaris longus.
" I won't leave you. Not until you're better."
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Crying Out
RomanceInspired by Crying Out For Me by Mario ♤ " Dani... not now. Please." " That's what you always say." ♤ It's so soft, so desperate. No wonder you can't hear it. But... its your heart, crying, begging. Maybe its always been there? Is it why I was drawn...
