[ The world tilts on his axis with d'Artagnan above him. It feels new and terrifying and full of promise and it would be so easy for him to say no, to retreat, to hide away behind his carefully constructed walls. He would be safe there and they could go back to their lives like they'd been just this morning. But then he would not know how d'Artagnan's skin tastes when flushed, he would not know the sound he makes when Athos touches him where he wants and that not knowing yawns in front of him like a black expanse.
He could say no, but he doesn't want to. So instead he simply lifts a hand, curls it around the nape of his neck and leans up until they are scant inches from each other, until he can see the light of the night's sky reflected in his friend's eyes and witness the swollen marks of his mouth that Athos has left with his teeth.
He wants to be undone with this. ]
I don't want you to stop. Whatever it is you're asking of me, I want to give it.
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He could say no, but he doesn't want to. So instead he simply lifts a hand, curls it around the nape of his neck and leans up until they are scant inches from each other, until he can see the light of the night's sky reflected in his friend's eyes and witness the swollen marks of his mouth that Athos has left with his teeth.
He wants to be undone with this. ]
I don't want you to stop. Whatever it is you're asking of me, I want to give it.