[ His heart seizes with the way Lyney says his name--has him wondering for a moment if he's done wrong by Lyney, if he's hurting him, clutching him too close in the sheer sense of need--but Lyney comes back for him, and he kisses him in kind, slipping his tongue past his lips and into his mouth. The hand at his hip moves to the small of his back, rubbing small soothing circles there; the hand curved at Lyney's head caresses his hair lightly.
He's back to where he was before: a head so full of everything, it ultimately amounts to nothing. There are a million different things that kick and scream inside him; the meeting with Arlecchino, the hopeless will to save Lyney if he can, the heat rising in him to thaw what he never knew was cold. All of them he expresses in his kiss, his touch, pulling Lyney closer, closer. He's distantly aware of papers that have scattered under their movements, an inkwell kicked over. None of it matters. Closer. Anything to be close to him, this boy who's walled him off for so long. ]
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He's back to where he was before: a head so full of everything, it ultimately amounts to nothing. There are a million different things that kick and scream inside him; the meeting with Arlecchino, the hopeless will to save Lyney if he can, the heat rising in him to thaw what he never knew was cold. All of them he expresses in his kiss, his touch, pulling Lyney closer, closer. He's distantly aware of papers that have scattered under their movements, an inkwell kicked over. None of it matters. Closer. Anything to be close to him, this boy who's walled him off for so long. ]