[They graze knuckles and fingers and it's a moment before he finally lifts his hand away, stilling. And breath bitten back, he lets it happen, lets Ed loosen his tie and slide it, hissing, from around his neck, half-waiting for a sharp twisting, a sudden choking off of air. But the topmost button of his wing-tipped shirt pops open instead.
It's not until a log snaps in the fire, jerking him out of something approaching a trance, that he realizes he's shaking faintly. Though if he were afraid, a real, animal fear for his own life, he knows he wouldn't be here. Wouldn't be itching a sly, anxious little itch for the next moment to come, heat pooling between his legs.]
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Date: 2019-12-28 06:16 am (UTC)It's not until a log snaps in the fire, jerking him out of something approaching a trance, that he realizes he's shaking faintly. Though if he were afraid, a real, animal fear for his own life, he knows he wouldn't be here. Wouldn't be itching a sly, anxious little itch for the next moment to come, heat pooling between his legs.]