[ A slow smile. It's an unusual smile. It's a little shy, a little self-conscious, but happy. He puts his hands down under water, placing them over Bastien's wonderful feet, fingers hooking around his lovely ankles. ]
Thank you. For that.
[ For being willing to be open and honest. Not for the offer to sneak around. Though that could be fun. ]
[ If he were closer—or maybe even from this distance, if By didn't have him by the ankles—Bastien would kiss that smile on each corner. So perhaps it's good that he isn't. Not a secret and naked kissing in common spaces are two very different things.
So he has to be still and only look, and that makes the impulse to move and touch becomes something softer instead. Something that seeps and settles and makes his skin feel like his skin instead of like a shell. ]
It's what I want, too. [ Nothing to thank him for. ] But if it wasn't, I would want to do it for you, if you asked me. You can ask me for things like that.
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Then it's settled. Not a secret.
[ Bastien puts his feet on By's bony and beloved knees. ]
We could still sneak around sometimes, though. For fun.
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Thank you. For that.
[ For being willing to be open and honest. Not for the offer to sneak around. Though that could be fun. ]
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So he has to be still and only look, and that makes the impulse to move and touch becomes something softer instead. Something that seeps and settles and makes his skin feel like his skin instead of like a shell. ]
It's what I want, too. [ Nothing to thank him for. ] But if it wasn't, I would want to do it for you, if you asked me. You can ask me for things like that.