[ Each time Wriothesley reaches out in small ways, Lyney receives in kind. Fingertips light and soft to tough hands that had molded this place until it was safe. Squirms that keeps him rooted down into Wriothesley's lap, where the man vowed to ensure no harm came to him as they kissed. Explored... tested waters.
Wriothesley noticeably doesn't look at him and Lyney knows why now. The shock on his own face hollows all the joy from it and everything that tasted so sweet... feels bitter.
Think of this as my mistake.
He remembers nobles regretting their investment in him, favoring Lynette for reasons that churn his stomach. Mistakes that Father ensures never fill her home – mistake, mistake, mistake.
This was all a mistake. It had to be. He's right and Lyney was a fool for seeing it any other way.
Lyney pulls his hand from Wriothesley's and his hand snaps the man's gaze up. He doesn't get to say that and not stare at him in the eyes. The breathing from his own arousal and desperation is gone and a steady and calm voice, sad in its own way, was all that was left. ]
... Please ensure my letters are delivered timely.
[ One leg fumbles over as he pulls away – scrambling to his feet and away from the man. Legs shaky, hand coming up to wipe away at his mouth to pry away Wriothesley's taste as he walks towards the staircase. ]
My lips are sealed, Your Grace. I'll avoid breaking curfew from now on.
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Wriothesley noticeably doesn't look at him and Lyney knows why now. The shock on his own face hollows all the joy from it and everything that tasted so sweet... feels bitter.
Think of this as my mistake.
He remembers nobles regretting their investment in him, favoring Lynette for reasons that churn his stomach. Mistakes that Father ensures never fill her home – mistake, mistake, mistake.
This was all a mistake. It had to be. He's right and Lyney was a fool for seeing it any other way.
Lyney pulls his hand from Wriothesley's and his hand snaps the man's gaze up. He doesn't get to say that and not stare at him in the eyes. The breathing from his own arousal and desperation is gone and a steady and calm voice, sad in its own way, was all that was left. ]
... Please ensure my letters are delivered timely.
[ One leg fumbles over as he pulls away – scrambling to his feet and away from the man. Legs shaky, hand coming up to wipe away at his mouth to pry away Wriothesley's taste as he walks towards the staircase. ]
My lips are sealed, Your Grace. I'll avoid breaking curfew from now on.