There is something I am *missing*, something in the curve of Wintergreen's almost-smile that tells me I have ascribed something wrongly. Or he has.
That is not nearly as important right now as the fact that Wintergreen's teeth on him make Slade shiver under me, his ragged breathing cool after the heat of his mouth.
Blink, and look away from Wintergreen to Slade's upturned face, caught by the look in his eyes, his reddened, slick mouth. It is ridiculous to want to tell him yet again that I love him, that he is the most beautiful lover I have had.
It takes a trifle too long for me to realize my grip has tightened on Slade's shoulders, on the unfamiliar scar I continue to find myself tracing with one nail.
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That is not nearly as important right now as the fact that Wintergreen's teeth on him make Slade shiver under me, his ragged breathing cool after the heat of his mouth.
Blink, and look away from Wintergreen to Slade's upturned face, caught by the look in his eyes, his reddened, slick mouth. It is ridiculous to want to tell him yet again that I love him, that he is the most beautiful lover I have had.
It takes a trifle too long for me to realize my grip has tightened on Slade's shoulders, on the unfamiliar scar I continue to find myself tracing with one nail.