[ jayce shivers, feels the crevices of his mind close off to touch in the way only the ravine could have destroyed in him, after once being a man of such tactile language, he would've so easily rushed to open his heart and press chests in his anguish. it's so much harder now, feeling the blubbering wetness of his eyes pelting his beard in his quiet unease— ]
"Next time— you're mine". [ but harder does not make it less wanted. jayce is touch starved, and he is needing it, twisting sideways and shooting for a grip around serph's back. ]
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"Next time— you're mine". [ but harder does not make it less wanted. jayce is touch starved, and he is needing it, twisting sideways and shooting for a grip around serph's back. ]