[Even if it's not technically ideal, it's still pretty damn good, what Adrian is doing to him. He manages to hold himself still at least until Adrian releases him with one of those obscene wet popping noises that make his face flush brilliant red, but after that he can't keep himself still any longer.
He bucks his hips, managing to raise them a good inch off the bed before they fall back against the mattress again, and he's chewing his lip hard enough now that it's swelling from it, beautifully bitten and red.
He hears the question, though, and knows he's supposed to answer it; without moving his head from where it's resting against his raised arm, his green eyes slowly rise in search of Adrian's face.
The right answer is yes. He can sense that. But there's a competing part of him that insists more forlornly that the answer is no, and the odd thing is, that's the answer that feels more honest.]
I...I don't know.
[Strange. He feels like his chest has been pried open, saying that. It's not unlike his earlier discovery of how closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts made all of this better. Like honest sunk its claws into the cork of a bottle he'd buried away deep inside of him, and he can feel the stopper beginning to slide slowly along the glass.]
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He bucks his hips, managing to raise them a good inch off the bed before they fall back against the mattress again, and he's chewing his lip hard enough now that it's swelling from it, beautifully bitten and red.
He hears the question, though, and knows he's supposed to answer it; without moving his head from where it's resting against his raised arm, his green eyes slowly rise in search of Adrian's face.
The right answer is yes. He can sense that. But there's a competing part of him that insists more forlornly that the answer is no, and the odd thing is, that's the answer that feels more honest.]
I...I don't know.
[Strange. He feels like his chest has been pried open, saying that. It's not unlike his earlier discovery of how closing his eyes and letting go of his thoughts made all of this better. Like honest sunk its claws into the cork of a bottle he'd buried away deep inside of him, and he can feel the stopper beginning to slide slowly along the glass.]
But. If you think so...then I must.