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"I was wondering how… to go about it." He admitted—but he did not need Shadow Milk’s approval. It was not like he was a sinner who confided in a priest—rather, he was the priest who mused the punishment for a heathen. Cathartic value, really, if only for one of them. "To kill you is too unjust—too violent to ever be worth it."
Shadow Milk sucked in a breath when the graze moved lower, softness of lips sinking right above his navel. He hiccuped, oblivious to when his tears truly fell. "But to give you what you've given—that… just won't cut it."
Try as one might, one can never truly repay to one who caused damage in childhood. The weight of the event simply changed value as one grew.
Even if possible, Pure Vanilla would not find solace in it.
His lips swiped right above the line of the underwear, the flesh jumping from ragged breaths as the taller finally gripped the sides. Shadow Milk tried to twist as soon as the fabric was pulled away from his skin, brushing downward his thighs.
The air stilled, and so did their breaths.
"I hate how unworthy you make me feel." A breathed mutter, warm air hitting the inner flesh of Shadow Milk’s thighs. "I hate how I still want your approval."
Series
- Part 3 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)