Michael hated how they were always pulled apart, though too often, from his view, that was because Alex couldn't accept who he was, the things he did. Once he knew all of it, Michael was pretty sure he'd walk away again. Knowing that, he shouldn't pursue this, shouldn't be pressing closer, shouldn't be nibbling his way down Alex's neck, teasing at the spot over his pulse at Alex's urging.
He was careful, though, even so, tongue teasing, tasting him, but avoiding doing more. Alex had been so sharply against even Isobel knowing. If he couldn't pull himself away from Alex, he could at least let him walk away unscathed.
The sure knowledge that Alex would leave again, though, lent itself to a flare of desperation, to have something, anything, to hold on to when it happened. He reached for the edge of Alex's shirt, pushing it upward, though he lifted his head to look at him, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, mingling with naked need.
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Date: 2019-03-31 12:16 am (UTC)He was careful, though, even so, tongue teasing, tasting him, but avoiding doing more. Alex had been so sharply against even Isobel knowing. If he couldn't pull himself away from Alex, he could at least let him walk away unscathed.
The sure knowledge that Alex would leave again, though, lent itself to a flare of desperation, to have something, anything, to hold on to when it happened. He reached for the edge of Alex's shirt, pushing it upward, though he lifted his head to look at him, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, mingling with naked need.