[ There are lines you don't cross, knowing what's on the other side - but that never really stops you from wondering, just the same. The wondering just usually isn't this vivid.
Arcade stifles a soft sound against Len's mouth as his tongue slips past his lips, eager and insistent. The hand holding him close is an unnecessary precaution; he doesn't think for a second of pulling away, ending this pleasant dream before he even has the time to properly luxuriate in it. Here, at least, and just for now, it doesn't feel so much like a betrayal or a profoundly foolish move. He can be selfish for a moment, blame it on his lonely subconscious drumming up something obvious to soothe the homesickness.
His hand is gripping Len's shirt a little too tightly, the hand at his back curling into a similar fist. Suddenly, the tension running through him is more anxious than anticipating, uneasy - but not because of Len. ]
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Arcade stifles a soft sound against Len's mouth as his tongue slips past his lips, eager and insistent. The hand holding him close is an unnecessary precaution; he doesn't think for a second of pulling away, ending this pleasant dream before he even has the time to properly luxuriate in it. Here, at least, and just for now, it doesn't feel so much like a betrayal or a profoundly foolish move. He can be selfish for a moment, blame it on his lonely subconscious drumming up something obvious to soothe the homesickness.
His hand is gripping Len's shirt a little too tightly, the hand at his back curling into a similar fist. Suddenly, the tension running through him is more anxious than anticipating, uneasy - but not because of Len. ]