[ Whether he allows it to happen or it all unfolds faster than Wriothesley can stop it, he'll never know: Lyney is up and over his desk in a blur, fists curled at his front, fury ablaze in every word. He knows now that any hope at negotiation is gone. He also knows he's ready to shout back, get in Lyney's face like Lyney is in his, ready to toss the kid if he fucking has to--
--Until Lyney closes the gap.
It's like being struck--he's dazed at first, stunned with the warmth of Lyney's lips touches his, and then he's kissing him in turn, hands roaming until they find their place, one cradling the back of his head, the other at the dip of his waist. He tastes him. Breathes him. Tilts into it. Knows now.
Because I care about you, whether or not you realize it.
He can't say it in words--not now, anything but now, not when they're so close and falling apart and building something new all in the span of right goddamned now--and so he says it in the way he leans into Lyney, pulls him from his half-dangle off the desk to a seat in his lap, says it in the way he clutches him close as he can and holds him. ]
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--Until Lyney closes the gap.
It's like being struck--he's dazed at first, stunned with the warmth of Lyney's lips touches his, and then he's kissing him in turn, hands roaming until they find their place, one cradling the back of his head, the other at the dip of his waist. He tastes him. Breathes him. Tilts into it. Knows now.
Because I care about you, whether or not you realize it.
He can't say it in words--not now, anything but now, not when they're so close and falling apart and building something new all in the span of right goddamned now--and so he says it in the way he leans into Lyney, pulls him from his half-dangle off the desk to a seat in his lap, says it in the way he clutches him close as he can and holds him. ]