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Continued from here.
In all honesty, Brian hadn't explored overmuch beyond the compound. He didn't know where was safe and where wasn't, and with the mindset that he had been left in there was little opportunity to meet people beyond mindgames. And so as Curt took his hand, he followed, not knowing where he was going, but going all the same.
Fingers together, hands held and he pursued, a smile to his lips that had faded so since his arrival. Now it was there, full and true and soon pressed to Curt's mouth once more as the looming structure surrounded them and the icy chill of beyond was closed out with the press of a door.
Little time was wasted. Not in a rush to the actual act, but in a rush to get to a proper state. To rapidly undo Curt's jacket and urge him free of it so his hands could settle below. "The wind and the breeze. The right of the world."
"No wrongs to be had among these four walls." His fingers carded through Brian's hair momentarily before finding purchase on the door behind them. Effective as a vise but not unkindly so, hands and arms imprisoned Brian, catching him between wood and flesh. The keeper eyed the kept with intensity and intentions until he could bear it no more. Hungry, he canted forward, making a most thorough meal of mouth and teeth and tongue.
One stock fell below, fingers skirting over buttons. Flick-flick was the sound they made as, one by one they became undone. Soon, but not so soon, there would be fasting and coat, then shirt, would be divested. But not so quickly, as worship and ritual were necessary for the prayerful man.
In all honesty, Brian hadn't explored overmuch beyond the compound. He didn't know where was safe and where wasn't, and with the mindset that he had been left in there was little opportunity to meet people beyond mindgames. And so as Curt took his hand, he followed, not knowing where he was going, but going all the same.
Fingers together, hands held and he pursued, a smile to his lips that had faded so since his arrival. Now it was there, full and true and soon pressed to Curt's mouth once more as the looming structure surrounded them and the icy chill of beyond was closed out with the press of a door.
Little time was wasted. Not in a rush to the actual act, but in a rush to get to a proper state. To rapidly undo Curt's jacket and urge him free of it so his hands could settle below. "The wind and the breeze. The right of the world."
"No wrongs to be had among these four walls." His fingers carded through Brian's hair momentarily before finding purchase on the door behind them. Effective as a vise but not unkindly so, hands and arms imprisoned Brian, catching him between wood and flesh. The keeper eyed the kept with intensity and intentions until he could bear it no more. Hungry, he canted forward, making a most thorough meal of mouth and teeth and tongue.
One stock fell below, fingers skirting over buttons. Flick-flick was the sound they made as, one by one they became undone. Soon, but not so soon, there would be fasting and coat, then shirt, would be divested. But not so quickly, as worship and ritual were necessary for the prayerful man.