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A moan, swallowed by a hot mouth over his. A kiss, wet and deep and almost violent, a clash of raging flames and a tsunami of a thousand days of yearning. He pulls away for a short breath, a second of clarity before plunging back to his death.
A sumptuous feast and a reunion long awaited. Chatter and laughter. All of their friends are present. The joyous noise of the night almost muffling the sound of his name being called. Almost.
Lips drag across his neck, hands drag across his body, mapping all the sweet spots like a private treasure hunt.
He turns his head towards the caller, who leans to whisper into his ear. Warmth. Light. Him. A short question, pulling him into a stretched dialogue. The sweet wine goes down and the heat goes up.
Clothes too tight, tossed away in desperation. Skin burning, melting their bodies together.
Secret glances, mischievous smiles. A touch that lingers, a request to leave, lust and wanton overriding the mind.
A hand that travels south, warping around the handle of this trainwreck of a night, and the room spins, the world spins, his head spins.
They can't walk straight, leaning on each other to cross the corridors. Dinner forgotten. Your room or mine. An innocent question really, a joke maybe, but something bubbling underneath the surface and it wasn't alcohol.
His tongue trails lower, replacing the hand
Mind intoxicated, eyes burning feverishly, an answer that took too long, a kiss that didn't. A kaleidoscope of sensations and feelings.
He considers the cost. His heart stands on the edge of the abyss, one jump and his life is over or born anew. A night of pleasure. A lifetime of regrets. Or regrets of a night that never happens and a lifetime of restraint.