( he tips his head down and kisses dice, slow and lazy but deep. he isn’t sure if he’s still acting but he’s so wound up, caught up in the rush of the moment, both real and artificial. the bandit forsakes everything for his fallen king, runs away with him, lays a claim on him. he can dive deep into that fiction.
that like the king and bandit, they’re bound together forever now. that like the bandit, dice is his, unqualified, and that’s forever—
he kisses him harder, hands all over his hair, face, then neck. )
no subject
that like the king and bandit, they’re bound together forever now. that like the bandit, dice is his, unqualified, and that’s forever—
he kisses him harder, hands all over his hair, face, then neck. )
Steal me away.