[ Part of him feels like it shouldn't be this easy - either to admit to something to this effect, or to have someone respond so favorably so fast - but the oversaturated quality of the ground beneath them, of each other, is easy to sink into. Never mind the fact that he's never said anything like this to Arcade, that they've never ventured this close, and that they probably never will.
The arm nearest to Arcade shifts between them, settling gingerly along the man's back, fingers at his nape. His hand feels like it's buzzing with the kind of desperate challenge he's been offered, not adept enough at finagling his own dreams to not lean into the path of least resistance. ]
Please shut up.
[ He says fondly, tenderly, reeling him in until he can cover Arcade's mouth with his own. ]
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The arm nearest to Arcade shifts between them, settling gingerly along the man's back, fingers at his nape. His hand feels like it's buzzing with the kind of desperate challenge he's been offered, not adept enough at finagling his own dreams to not lean into the path of least resistance. ]
Please shut up.
[ He says fondly, tenderly, reeling him in until he can cover Arcade's mouth with his own. ]