What would Daniel have done, fifty years ago. Scrambled to grab Louis' hand and run away with him into the dark, probably. It's still difficult to fathom, now, that he could be wanted this much, no matter that he's let go of the ledge and let himself wade into these waters, no matter that he can tell Louis is practically vibrating out of his skin for want of more.
He could laugh at himself. Since when are you so scared, Molloy. Just been a long time is all, he supposes. Not since somebody wanted to screw around. Since he gave a fuck about it. Since he really, truly wanted it. And not it, who. Speaking of who, he could also laugh at Louis, who says it doesn't need to be anything else when he feels like he's going to explode.
"Don't hold yourself back like that," he says, against Louis' mouth. Kissing him, touching him, winding himself up and up. "Not when I want you anyway and we both know I like it when it's too much."
Daniel's just bitching and prevaricating because that's what he does. Angles, even with himself, like a lunatic.
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What would Daniel have done, fifty years ago. Scrambled to grab Louis' hand and run away with him into the dark, probably. It's still difficult to fathom, now, that he could be wanted this much, no matter that he's let go of the ledge and let himself wade into these waters, no matter that he can tell Louis is practically vibrating out of his skin for want of more.
He could laugh at himself. Since when are you so scared, Molloy. Just been a long time is all, he supposes. Not since somebody wanted to screw around. Since he gave a fuck about it. Since he really, truly wanted it. And not it, who. Speaking of who, he could also laugh at Louis, who says it doesn't need to be anything else when he feels like he's going to explode.
"Don't hold yourself back like that," he says, against Louis' mouth. Kissing him, touching him, winding himself up and up. "Not when I want you anyway and we both know I like it when it's too much."
Daniel's just bitching and prevaricating because that's what he does. Angles, even with himself, like a lunatic.
"Can I fuck you?"
Inelegant. But an honest desire.