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"Just hold still, Goldfishie."
Riddle was shivering like a frail leaf, His arm extended out towards the other with his wrist laid out bare. He's done this to himself hundreds of times, so why was he so nervous when it was Floyd?
Floyd rubbed circles with his thumb over Riddle's veins, gently brushing over tiny white scars that blended in with his pale skin.
He gazed up at the other boy, Tilting his head to meet his eyes that were wide open and swelling with tears
He clicked his tongue, "Ya know, You don't have to let me do this." He assured as he set the Razor blade down on his own naked thighs, that were littered in scars from his previous years.
The smaller sighed as he met his lovers gaze as he looked up to look him in his two-colored eyes.
"I'm okay, I just.. What if you go too deep and it heals just like.."
Riddle's eyes wandered to floyds arms that we're decorated in scars that raised and were a dark maroon color, a color he personally found enticing
"mine?" Floyd finished the others sentence, His smile rising, showing off his sharp teeth.
Riddle swallowed his words, and nodded in agreement. He didn't wish to make feel Floyd feel ashamed of them, He was just scared. What if his mother found them? Only sevens know what would happen.
Floyd seemed to pick up on this, As he reached to lift Riddle by the chin to make them face to face
"Goldfishie, I promise I wont go as deep as I would do to myself, besides, that too would be too much of a hassle to clean up" He giggled as he picked up the blade again and pressed it to riddles soft skin, looking up for any sign of hesitance
Riddle sighed as he gave his nod of approval, taking this as consent, Floyd pressed the blade down softly, letting out a quick breath, he swiped down quickly, earning a moan from the boy and opening a wound that filled with blood slowly
He whined as each swipe left a slight sting, his wrist being opened in such ways that opposed to his calm, neat demeanor. Ripping away at his flesh and leaking his rose red blood, only his swain's eyes to feast on.
Floyd tossed the blade aside somewhere in his disaster of a room and reached for his roll of paper towels, tearing a couple off as he began to pat down Riddle forearm.
It was almost a tender moment, Riddle thought it was one only these two could share together, In their own special way of spending time together
Until Floyd started to lick his arm.
Riddle squealed as he tried to yank his arm away, being held in place by the others hand.
Riddle tried to scream out, tell him to knock it off, But he couldn't find the words over the overwhelming feelings that flooded inside him, Feeling his slick tongue prodding all over and into his open wounds, this was highly unsanitary!
"FLOYD LEECH! This is- Is preposterous behavior! Cease this at once!" He ordered with the confidence of a newborn lamb
Floyd eventually stopped as he lifted his head up, having the expression of a puppy who was just kicked, "But goldfishie, I cant help it! We ran out of paper towels, and plus-" He pleaded until he was cut off with a powerful slap to his cheek.
"I said to cease it once, do you not understand it could be infected this way!" Riddle hushed his yelling, being considerate of it being nearing curfew for all other dormitories.
Floyd was frozen in place like a statue, looking down at thighs.
The other took notice of this, Taking a sharp inhale, reaching his hand to take hold of Floyd's, instead, having it swatted away.
He jolted back, But he would be lying if he said he wasn't expecting that in return
…
Riddle took a deep breath, trying to recall what he has learned when it comes to formally apologizing without getting emotions in the way of it.
"Floyd-" He didn't have time to get his words out of his mouth before his arm was taken ahold of, and was being wrapped with care, with fresh new bandages.
"So, you're only mad about it becoming infected?" He questioned
Riddles eyes drifted off, facing the other way out of embarrassment.
Guilt ridden, He knew he liked the sensation. if it wasn't at risk of infecting, maybe he could have enjoyed it.
"..perhaps" Riddle replied with a low whisper.
"What was that, Goldfishie? I couldn't hear you!"
Riddle swore, this man would be the death of him.
"I don't see why I should repeat myself, you heard me just fine." He smirked as he got up and walked over to his closet, searching around for his sleeping robe to change in to
Floyd had a pouty face, scoffing as he fell back with enough force so his head would hit the pillow with a echoing thud.
Riddle climbed beside the teal haired boy, laying himself comfortably beside him to feel his warmth.
Floyd wrapped himself around his lover, snaking his arms so he could cradle him by his head.
Their ways of showing love were not in the norm, there was no one to judge them besides each other.
maybe this won't be so bad after all.