[ ficlets ] Pandora Hearts Collection I
So it's my birthday in a couple hours and this is my 50th entry, which was not planned at all. They wonderfully happened to coincide.
So thank you to everyone who's already wished me a happy birthday, and for the fantastic gifts, and so on, and I assure you I ♥'d over them embarrassingly. It's been really fun coming back to LJ, writing fic and meeting everyone. ♥
So anyway, before Berry gets all misty-eyed and mushy on y'all, she'll go ahead and give you fic. Even though I think there are very few people on my friends list who are into this series. Seriously, if you like Alice in Wonderland, give Pandora Hearts a chance. and if it helps, about 70% of the cast are hot guys who have massive UST with each other.
Title: The More Things Change.
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: Light NC-17
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Spoilers to around volume 2.
Summary: It doesn’t take much to set Raven off fantasizing about Oz.
Author Notes: First PH fic, written for the PH kink meme.
"Oz?" Raven murmured softly, hand hovering hesitantly over messy blond hair. He leaned over the sofa, too close, too anxious to please, and waited for a reply.
When none came and the teenager's chest continued to rise up and down in a smooth, even rhythm, Raven concluded that he was in the deepest of slumbers. Loath to wake him up, suspecting that Oz hadn't been sleeping well as of late, a sigh fell from his lips.
He couldn't simply leave his master dozing away in the living room.
Could he?
Raven debated and then shook his head in negation. No; Alice could come thundering in at any moment with her uncouth boisterous nature and that would surely wake the teenager up in an unpleasant way.
Risking waking the other, Raven moved himself into position and then with an unknowingly tender expression slid an arm under Oz's coltish legs and painstakingly wormed the other one below his shoulders in order to lift him from the couch.
He should have been used to seeing Oz... as... Oz. No, no, that wasn't the problem. Oz was Oz. Oz hadn't changed. He had, and Raven had a discerning moment as he looked down at the peacefully sleeping face, the youth's cheek resting over his beating heart. He was strangely proud that he could carry Oz in his arms.
He could have never done it when they were younger. They would have both been sent stumbling to the floor in a flail of limbs and promised bruises. Now Oz was featherlight and fragile in his grip and Raven had lowered his head to press his mouth against the feathery golden hair before he even realized what he was doing.
Oh, fuck no. He grimaced guiltily, frozen to the spot, and tried not to squeeze Oz. He inhaled, lungs filling with the smell of Oz's shampoo and the soap he'd been using -- the same kind Raven used because they shared a bathroom, but the scent was different. Sweeter, intoxicating.
He wanted to nuzzle the strands and move down to discover if Oz's skin was as smooth as it promised to be. Heat coiled down his stomach towards his groin and Raven shut his eyes in shame.
Carrying Oz was allowing his thoughts too much freedom. Resolutely he took one step forward. Then another, and another, and he was almost shaky with relief when he pushed the door open to Oz's room with a nudge of his booted foot.
Miraculously his master seemed to have blissfully slept through the trip, barely managing a drowsy murmur when he was placed on the bed. He shifted briefly, stretching out his limbs in the new expanse of space and then stilled into sleep again.
The Pandora agent found himself transfixed to the spot as surely as if he had sprouted roots. He gazed down at his master's supine body, arm tossed one way with the palm facing up and the other curved above his head, lips parted provocatively.
Raven abruptly and cravenly retreated.
He fled into the bathroom and then locked the door, resisting the urge to slam his head into something. Try to get all those wicked, delicious thoughts out of his head.
But he'd done that before. Countless times.
And it had never worked.
And it wouldn't work now either, not when Oz was so close and not a preciously held memory in his heart. It was worse now, to think 'I could maybe, if he'd let me--' and he hadn't ever thought that this raging want could ever actually get worse.
Raven ran frustrated hands through his hair, leaning now backwards against the sink. He licked his dry lips and then with a hint of self-loathing slid a hand down to undo his pants.
This was familiar. This was something he had done a thousand times before. He was methodical about exposing himself to the cool air of the bathroom until he wrapped his hand around his half-erect manhood and then shuddered.
He'd started doing this late in life. Or so he thought. He didn't exactly go around comparing stories with someone else. Who was he going to do that with? Break? And then Break would want to know, with that insidious smile, of who he thought about while he masturbated.
God, no.
No one could ever, ever know. Raven had been in so much denial that it had taken vivid wet dreams for him to realize that he wasn't sexually attracted to anyone because he had already lost the one person he wanted more than he wanted air to breathe.
"Oz..." The man murmured longingly, spreading his legs and putting his free hand behind him on the counter for balance. His gloved fingers moved teasingly down his shaft, unable to help it even though he wanted to go faster, go rougher.
Because Oz loved to torture him. And Gilbert Nightray couldn't imagine that in this it would be any different.
The material of the glove almost made it feel as if it wasn't his own hand bringing him pleasure. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he thumbed the head, rubbing at the slit where moisture was beginning to collect.
He licked his lips again. Slowly, tongue traversing the length of his bottom lip patiently. He wondered if Oz's lips were velvety, if they were sweet.
He wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock.
Raven gripped himself tighter, panting a little now. His hand moved up and down, friction of skin against glove. Lollipops. Those fucking, blessed, wonderful, ridiculous lollipops that Oz sometimes magicked out of nowhere and popped into his mouth, sucking at the hard treat until his lips were cherry red and swollen.
Raven's head lulled slightly, restless. Worse was when Oz pulled them out and curved his tongue around the glossy, shiny surface, feasting on the sugar and flavor, and God he felt like the worst pervert in the world when he got caught staring dazedly and Oz would offer him a lick with a cheerful laugh. "If you want it that badly..."
His hips pushed into his own hand, impatient. Raven was blind, absorbed in memory and in fantasy as he massaged himself, urging little hitched breaths from his own throat.
Oz. His hair. His lips. His throat. Even that horrid tattoo on his chest. He wanted to put his mouth there and suck, suck hard, leave his own mark there.
Then move over to the pretty, ridiculously tempting nipples and toy with them. In Raven's fantasy world he twisted and rolled them between thumb and forefinger before he laid a flat tongue against them and taught Oz about pleasure.
He shuddered, knees struggling to keep him upright. The glove had grown wet with precum. He moved his hand faster.
Oz was still fifteen. Oz was still a virgin. He was sure of it. And Raven was selfishly glad. No one else knew yet what Oz looked like when he stepped fresh out of the shower, how long his legs really were, or the birthmark below his hip, almost invisible to the eye. Those were all things that only Raven knew about.
The fantasy version of Oz with his face flushed flashed through Raven‘s inner eye, squirming under him in want, accepting him inside--
He came with a choked cry, trying to keep silent. He was shaking again as the white-hot pleasure rocked through him, ebbing and surging, and the only image lingering in his mind was of Oz's smile.
The knock on the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
"Gil? I need to use the bathroom." Oz called out sleepily. "You've been in there a while."
Shit. Shit. He guiltily yanked the stained glove off with his teeth, turning it inside out and stuffing it into his pocket.
"Right, sorry, one moment--" His voice sounded raw even to his own ears. He tucked himself back into his pants and then glared at his reflection in the mirror before unlocking the door.
Oz smiled at him drowsily as he passed by. "Thanks." He said simply, and Raven almost sighed a sigh of relief but then--
"What happened to your other glove? Did it get dirty?" Oz inquired, glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous smile before he quietly shut the bathroom door in Raven’s stunned face.
Title: Hard Candy
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Spoilers up to volume two.
Summary: Oz has a thing for putting things into his mouth. Raven tries not to stare.
Author Notes: Second fic, written for the PH kink meme. Oz is a knowing little bastard.
"Then we'll be going here next?" Oz's fingertip traveled across the blue vein traversing the map, indicating the Winshroub River, colloquially known as the Shallow River to the locals. "You sure?"
Raven nodded his head, keenly aware of the heat of Oz's body and trying to figure out a polite way to draw back without making it obvious. Their faces were mere breaths apart as they poured over the small, wrinkled map on the table.
"Huh. Then we're traveling along the Western road?" The teenager questioned absently, air filling with the sound of crinkling paper.
"Yes, we'll take a coach around here and then..." Raven trailed off in elucidating their plans, watching as Oz unwrapped a bright yellow lollipop, the scent of lime and citrus in the air.
"And then?" The green-eyed boy prompted, lifting the treat to rest on his lips, rolling it against his lower lip. Raven was uncomfortably reminded that Oz had always liked to suck on the ends of his pencils when studying.
"A-and then we'll have to walk, there's no road to the point we need to get to..."
"That's not a problem, it's not far." The candy was popped inside, soft lips sealing around the fuzzy stick.
"Right. Even the Black Rabbit can't complain about walking a kilometer or two." Raven drawled, unable to help the sarcasm threading through his voice.
The blond turned to regard him, further eliminating the scant space between them. The candy was tugged out of Oz's mouth, leaving behind a shiny trail on his lips of sugar and saliva. "She has a name, Gil."
"I know that." He drew back, irritated, and set about rolling the map and tying it off with a piece of string. Raven busied himself, relieved when Oz turned quiet and didn't press the matter.
The gunner dared a glance at his master, trying to gauge if he was annoyed.
Oz had sat back down on the sofa, lounging with his arm tossed over the backrest. His other hand twirled the lollipop by the fuzzy end, pink tongue peeking out to curl around the candy in languid licks. Over and over again sensually, hypnotizing Raven.
He clutched the map too hard, collapsing the curved shape into his palm. He was aware of his heart pounding against his chest in excitement. “E-excuse me. I should go… return this to the library.”
“Go ahead. I’ll still be here when you get back.” The other replied, licking his lips in an attempt to clear away the sticky sweetness. The lower lip vanished as Oz sucked on it and released, leaving it wet and swollen. Green eyes lifted to meet gold. Oz smiled mildly. “You were leaving?”
“Right. I was.” He stood there like a dolt, thankfully not panting but… close. Raven pivoted sharply and prayed Oz would have finished the candy before he returned.
The citrusy scent followed him out into the hallway hauntingly.
Title: Adult Games
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Gil/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU -- or at least set before Oz’s Coming of Age ceremony. Since Gil is a servant, he doesn’t get one -- but that doesn’t mean they can’t do something special.
Author Notes: I got nothing. It was originally written for the PH kink meme as well, but I didn’t feel like going into smut. So here it is instead.
The flare of the match illuminates the room sharply, throwing back the shadows, before it kisses the candlewick. Gilbert inhales as the hand holding the match is raised and pursed lips blow out the flame before it can reach vulnerable fingertips.
The shadows surge around them again, eagerly, and Oz's eyes dance behind the steady glow of the lit candle. A smile tilts the edges of his mouth.
"Happy birthday, Gil."
Gil inhales again. Is it? Is it his birthday? It must be, it has to be almost three in the morning now. He shifts under the covers, pushing himself against the bedboard so that his master can sit down.
Oz laughs at him, cradling the chocolate muffin with both hands. "Most people want to make a wish and blow out the candle, you know." The flame flickers, wax dripping down the length of the body.
"R-right." Gilbert stutters and leans forward, blowing out the flame.
He doesn't wish for anything. All he could ever dare to want is reflected there in Oz's gaze.
The shadows rule triumphantly again in his room, cool and secretive. The smell of wax fades as their eyes adjust and Oz tugs out the candle and tosses it aside. He climbs on to the bed carefully, until he’s on his knees, wearing nothing but a short nightshirt which hikes up his bare thighs. Gilbert swallows.
“I don’t think you should be in here.”
Laughter, low and soft. “Why not? It’s your birthday. And you, thankfully, won’t have to go through a boring Coming of Age ceremony.” Oz murmurs huskily and then glides his pointer finger across the muffin. It’s frosted with thick, dark chocolate. He raises the stained digit to his lips, tongue gliding across the mess, sweeping some of it into his mouth. But not all.
He leans forward, offering the hand to Gilbert.
It’s a test. As much as an invitation.
They’re adults now. Both of them.
And they’re going to play an adult’s game now.
It’s not a hard choice.
Whatever Oz wants, Gilbert will give it to him.
But that’s not why he curls his fingers around the other teenager’s wrist and lowers his head to run his lips across the sticky sweetness. He does it because he wants it too, relishes with astonishment the gasp that escapes Oz as he finishes the chocolate but continues to lick, turning the hand over so he can kiss the palm reverently, the taste of chocolate and of Oz’s skin branded on his tongue.
He doesn’t think he’s ever going to eat chocolate again without remembering this.
So thank you to everyone who's already wished me a happy birthday, and for the fantastic gifts, and so on, and I assure you I ♥'d over them embarrassingly. It's been really fun coming back to LJ, writing fic and meeting everyone. ♥
So anyway, before Berry gets all misty-eyed and mushy on y'all, she'll go ahead and give you fic. Even though I think there are very few people on my friends list who are into this series. Seriously, if you like Alice in Wonderland, give Pandora Hearts a chance. and if it helps, about 70% of the cast are hot guys who have massive UST with each other.
Title: The More Things Change.
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: Light NC-17
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Spoilers to around volume 2.
Summary: It doesn’t take much to set Raven off fantasizing about Oz.
Author Notes: First PH fic, written for the PH kink meme.
"Oz?" Raven murmured softly, hand hovering hesitantly over messy blond hair. He leaned over the sofa, too close, too anxious to please, and waited for a reply.
When none came and the teenager's chest continued to rise up and down in a smooth, even rhythm, Raven concluded that he was in the deepest of slumbers. Loath to wake him up, suspecting that Oz hadn't been sleeping well as of late, a sigh fell from his lips.
He couldn't simply leave his master dozing away in the living room.
Could he?
Raven debated and then shook his head in negation. No; Alice could come thundering in at any moment with her uncouth boisterous nature and that would surely wake the teenager up in an unpleasant way.
Risking waking the other, Raven moved himself into position and then with an unknowingly tender expression slid an arm under Oz's coltish legs and painstakingly wormed the other one below his shoulders in order to lift him from the couch.
He should have been used to seeing Oz... as... Oz. No, no, that wasn't the problem. Oz was Oz. Oz hadn't changed. He had, and Raven had a discerning moment as he looked down at the peacefully sleeping face, the youth's cheek resting over his beating heart. He was strangely proud that he could carry Oz in his arms.
He could have never done it when they were younger. They would have both been sent stumbling to the floor in a flail of limbs and promised bruises. Now Oz was featherlight and fragile in his grip and Raven had lowered his head to press his mouth against the feathery golden hair before he even realized what he was doing.
Oh, fuck no. He grimaced guiltily, frozen to the spot, and tried not to squeeze Oz. He inhaled, lungs filling with the smell of Oz's shampoo and the soap he'd been using -- the same kind Raven used because they shared a bathroom, but the scent was different. Sweeter, intoxicating.
He wanted to nuzzle the strands and move down to discover if Oz's skin was as smooth as it promised to be. Heat coiled down his stomach towards his groin and Raven shut his eyes in shame.
Carrying Oz was allowing his thoughts too much freedom. Resolutely he took one step forward. Then another, and another, and he was almost shaky with relief when he pushed the door open to Oz's room with a nudge of his booted foot.
Miraculously his master seemed to have blissfully slept through the trip, barely managing a drowsy murmur when he was placed on the bed. He shifted briefly, stretching out his limbs in the new expanse of space and then stilled into sleep again.
The Pandora agent found himself transfixed to the spot as surely as if he had sprouted roots. He gazed down at his master's supine body, arm tossed one way with the palm facing up and the other curved above his head, lips parted provocatively.
Raven abruptly and cravenly retreated.
He fled into the bathroom and then locked the door, resisting the urge to slam his head into something. Try to get all those wicked, delicious thoughts out of his head.
But he'd done that before. Countless times.
And it had never worked.
And it wouldn't work now either, not when Oz was so close and not a preciously held memory in his heart. It was worse now, to think 'I could maybe, if he'd let me--' and he hadn't ever thought that this raging want could ever actually get worse.
Raven ran frustrated hands through his hair, leaning now backwards against the sink. He licked his dry lips and then with a hint of self-loathing slid a hand down to undo his pants.
This was familiar. This was something he had done a thousand times before. He was methodical about exposing himself to the cool air of the bathroom until he wrapped his hand around his half-erect manhood and then shuddered.
He'd started doing this late in life. Or so he thought. He didn't exactly go around comparing stories with someone else. Who was he going to do that with? Break? And then Break would want to know, with that insidious smile, of who he thought about while he masturbated.
God, no.
No one could ever, ever know. Raven had been in so much denial that it had taken vivid wet dreams for him to realize that he wasn't sexually attracted to anyone because he had already lost the one person he wanted more than he wanted air to breathe.
"Oz..." The man murmured longingly, spreading his legs and putting his free hand behind him on the counter for balance. His gloved fingers moved teasingly down his shaft, unable to help it even though he wanted to go faster, go rougher.
Because Oz loved to torture him. And Gilbert Nightray couldn't imagine that in this it would be any different.
The material of the glove almost made it feel as if it wasn't his own hand bringing him pleasure. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he thumbed the head, rubbing at the slit where moisture was beginning to collect.
He licked his lips again. Slowly, tongue traversing the length of his bottom lip patiently. He wondered if Oz's lips were velvety, if they were sweet.
He wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock.
Raven gripped himself tighter, panting a little now. His hand moved up and down, friction of skin against glove. Lollipops. Those fucking, blessed, wonderful, ridiculous lollipops that Oz sometimes magicked out of nowhere and popped into his mouth, sucking at the hard treat until his lips were cherry red and swollen.
Raven's head lulled slightly, restless. Worse was when Oz pulled them out and curved his tongue around the glossy, shiny surface, feasting on the sugar and flavor, and God he felt like the worst pervert in the world when he got caught staring dazedly and Oz would offer him a lick with a cheerful laugh. "If you want it that badly..."
His hips pushed into his own hand, impatient. Raven was blind, absorbed in memory and in fantasy as he massaged himself, urging little hitched breaths from his own throat.
Oz. His hair. His lips. His throat. Even that horrid tattoo on his chest. He wanted to put his mouth there and suck, suck hard, leave his own mark there.
Then move over to the pretty, ridiculously tempting nipples and toy with them. In Raven's fantasy world he twisted and rolled them between thumb and forefinger before he laid a flat tongue against them and taught Oz about pleasure.
He shuddered, knees struggling to keep him upright. The glove had grown wet with precum. He moved his hand faster.
Oz was still fifteen. Oz was still a virgin. He was sure of it. And Raven was selfishly glad. No one else knew yet what Oz looked like when he stepped fresh out of the shower, how long his legs really were, or the birthmark below his hip, almost invisible to the eye. Those were all things that only Raven knew about.
The fantasy version of Oz with his face flushed flashed through Raven‘s inner eye, squirming under him in want, accepting him inside--
He came with a choked cry, trying to keep silent. He was shaking again as the white-hot pleasure rocked through him, ebbing and surging, and the only image lingering in his mind was of Oz's smile.
The knock on the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
"Gil? I need to use the bathroom." Oz called out sleepily. "You've been in there a while."
Shit. Shit. He guiltily yanked the stained glove off with his teeth, turning it inside out and stuffing it into his pocket.
"Right, sorry, one moment--" His voice sounded raw even to his own ears. He tucked himself back into his pants and then glared at his reflection in the mirror before unlocking the door.
Oz smiled at him drowsily as he passed by. "Thanks." He said simply, and Raven almost sighed a sigh of relief but then--
"What happened to your other glove? Did it get dirty?" Oz inquired, glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous smile before he quietly shut the bathroom door in Raven’s stunned face.
Title: Hard Candy
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG
Pairing: Raven/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: Spoilers up to volume two.
Summary: Oz has a thing for putting things into his mouth. Raven tries not to stare.
Author Notes: Second fic, written for the PH kink meme. Oz is a knowing little bastard.
"Then we'll be going here next?" Oz's fingertip traveled across the blue vein traversing the map, indicating the Winshroub River, colloquially known as the Shallow River to the locals. "You sure?"
Raven nodded his head, keenly aware of the heat of Oz's body and trying to figure out a polite way to draw back without making it obvious. Their faces were mere breaths apart as they poured over the small, wrinkled map on the table.
"Huh. Then we're traveling along the Western road?" The teenager questioned absently, air filling with the sound of crinkling paper.
"Yes, we'll take a coach around here and then..." Raven trailed off in elucidating their plans, watching as Oz unwrapped a bright yellow lollipop, the scent of lime and citrus in the air.
"And then?" The green-eyed boy prompted, lifting the treat to rest on his lips, rolling it against his lower lip. Raven was uncomfortably reminded that Oz had always liked to suck on the ends of his pencils when studying.
"A-and then we'll have to walk, there's no road to the point we need to get to..."
"That's not a problem, it's not far." The candy was popped inside, soft lips sealing around the fuzzy stick.
"Right. Even the Black Rabbit can't complain about walking a kilometer or two." Raven drawled, unable to help the sarcasm threading through his voice.
The blond turned to regard him, further eliminating the scant space between them. The candy was tugged out of Oz's mouth, leaving behind a shiny trail on his lips of sugar and saliva. "She has a name, Gil."
"I know that." He drew back, irritated, and set about rolling the map and tying it off with a piece of string. Raven busied himself, relieved when Oz turned quiet and didn't press the matter.
The gunner dared a glance at his master, trying to gauge if he was annoyed.
Oz had sat back down on the sofa, lounging with his arm tossed over the backrest. His other hand twirled the lollipop by the fuzzy end, pink tongue peeking out to curl around the candy in languid licks. Over and over again sensually, hypnotizing Raven.
He clutched the map too hard, collapsing the curved shape into his palm. He was aware of his heart pounding against his chest in excitement. “E-excuse me. I should go… return this to the library.”
“Go ahead. I’ll still be here when you get back.” The other replied, licking his lips in an attempt to clear away the sticky sweetness. The lower lip vanished as Oz sucked on it and released, leaving it wet and swollen. Green eyes lifted to meet gold. Oz smiled mildly. “You were leaving?”
“Right. I was.” He stood there like a dolt, thankfully not panting but… close. Raven pivoted sharply and prayed Oz would have finished the candy before he returned.
The citrusy scent followed him out into the hallway hauntingly.
Title: Adult Games
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Gil/Oz (Pandora Hearts)
Warnings: None.
Summary: AU -- or at least set before Oz’s Coming of Age ceremony. Since Gil is a servant, he doesn’t get one -- but that doesn’t mean they can’t do something special.
Author Notes: I got nothing. It was originally written for the PH kink meme as well, but I didn’t feel like going into smut. So here it is instead.
The flare of the match illuminates the room sharply, throwing back the shadows, before it kisses the candlewick. Gilbert inhales as the hand holding the match is raised and pursed lips blow out the flame before it can reach vulnerable fingertips.
The shadows surge around them again, eagerly, and Oz's eyes dance behind the steady glow of the lit candle. A smile tilts the edges of his mouth.
"Happy birthday, Gil."
Gil inhales again. Is it? Is it his birthday? It must be, it has to be almost three in the morning now. He shifts under the covers, pushing himself against the bedboard so that his master can sit down.
Oz laughs at him, cradling the chocolate muffin with both hands. "Most people want to make a wish and blow out the candle, you know." The flame flickers, wax dripping down the length of the body.
"R-right." Gilbert stutters and leans forward, blowing out the flame.
He doesn't wish for anything. All he could ever dare to want is reflected there in Oz's gaze.
The shadows rule triumphantly again in his room, cool and secretive. The smell of wax fades as their eyes adjust and Oz tugs out the candle and tosses it aside. He climbs on to the bed carefully, until he’s on his knees, wearing nothing but a short nightshirt which hikes up his bare thighs. Gilbert swallows.
“I don’t think you should be in here.”
Laughter, low and soft. “Why not? It’s your birthday. And you, thankfully, won’t have to go through a boring Coming of Age ceremony.” Oz murmurs huskily and then glides his pointer finger across the muffin. It’s frosted with thick, dark chocolate. He raises the stained digit to his lips, tongue gliding across the mess, sweeping some of it into his mouth. But not all.
He leans forward, offering the hand to Gilbert.
It’s a test. As much as an invitation.
They’re adults now. Both of them.
And they’re going to play an adult’s game now.
It’s not a hard choice.
Whatever Oz wants, Gilbert will give it to him.
But that’s not why he curls his fingers around the other teenager’s wrist and lowers his head to run his lips across the sticky sweetness. He does it because he wants it too, relishes with astonishment the gasp that escapes Oz as he finishes the chocolate but continues to lick, turning the hand over so he can kiss the palm reverently, the taste of chocolate and of Oz’s skin branded on his tongue.
He doesn’t think he’s ever going to eat chocolate again without remembering this.