Scott wondered dimly if he were capable of fully, really, trusting anybody anymore. He didn't voice it. It wasn't the time, it wasn't the place, it wasn't -
It wasn't ever going to be the time or place, and it was at this point so ingrained in him that it was inescapable and unworthy of commentary, anyway.
He angled his head slightly, tightened his hand on Hernan's neck and leaned up to kiss him. Hard - hard and demanding and hot and yet somehow more open and giving than anyone who didn't know him like this would believe in spite of it all. Hernan was possessive? Okay. Scott was good with being possessed.
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It wasn't ever going to be the time or place, and it was at this point so ingrained in him that it was inescapable and unworthy of commentary, anyway.
He angled his head slightly, tightened his hand on Hernan's neck and leaned up to kiss him. Hard - hard and demanding and hot and yet somehow more open and giving than anyone who didn't know him like this would believe in spite of it all. Hernan was possessive? Okay. Scott was good with being possessed.