[ His eyes close, his cheek nudging into his touch, a sigh gusting out of his nostrils as the man's fingers card through his hair, as those words fall from his lips. There's a flash of light along his throat as it convulses, swallowing, relishing the thick heat that slides down his throat, sticky, cloying. He's never—
The Ergo whispers. Sunshine slants through a window, flaxen hair burnished gold. A thumb traces his cheekbone. Someone whispers over the word sunshine: Carlo. There's a tight feeling in his chest, sweet and grateful. He can only turn his face to press a kiss into the cup of Wriothesley's palm as the whispers ebb away. ]
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The Ergo whispers. Sunshine slants through a window, flaxen hair burnished gold. A thumb traces his cheekbone. Someone whispers over the word sunshine: Carlo. There's a tight feeling in his chest, sweet and grateful. He can only turn his face to press a kiss into the cup of Wriothesley's palm as the whispers ebb away. ]