[There's a soft gasp at the movement, before he realizes it's the other's lips brushing over his skin instead of his teeth, the touch almost gentle. Bright blue eyes become hidden slowly behind thick blond lashes. What was he doing? Yes, Horst was his friend, someone dear to him, but was he really laying there, back pressed against the floor, about to let the other feed off of him?
Had this been a normal week he would have shoved the other off and told him to find someone else. But this week, all he wanted was to somehow keep his honor in tact and to protect the ones that mattered to him.
And somehow, in his mind, it actually made sense. Just this once.]
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Date: 2011-04-25 07:04 am (UTC)Had this been a normal week he would have shoved the other off and told him to find someone else. But this week, all he wanted was to somehow keep his honor in tact and to protect the ones that mattered to him.
And somehow, in his mind, it actually made sense. Just this once.]
I can always change my mind, you know.