[ Black hair spreads spilled ink fingers, plastered waterlog along angled jaw and cragged blight. A red-split gaze peers from between tangles and strands with that word, slanted grit on a crooked mouth, even when nasal brine splats against his cheek and trickles down into salt smear.
Scarred fingers pry the barnacle from Guanshan's cheek, suckers peeling with a wet pop before it's nothing more than a dot soaring toward the horizon off the end of a long-arm swing. Wordless when he twists them, pulling Guanshan's lank frame over his, heels digging into sinking sand beneath the surface while strapping his forearm over the small of his back.
Nose and mouth press into the crook of the younger man's neck, momentary quiet against the backdrop of the sea breaking against the shore. His lips are a cool touch, slow trace along sloshed neon paint and brine before it's gleam and gum, teeth digging down hard into flesh. A ringed print that won't wash away with soap or saliva. ]
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[ Black hair spreads spilled ink fingers, plastered waterlog along angled jaw and cragged blight. A red-split gaze peers from between tangles and strands with that word, slanted grit on a crooked mouth, even when nasal brine splats against his cheek and trickles down into salt smear.
Scarred fingers pry the barnacle from Guanshan's cheek, suckers peeling with a wet pop before it's nothing more than a dot soaring toward the horizon off the end of a long-arm swing. Wordless when he twists them, pulling Guanshan's lank frame over his, heels digging into sinking sand beneath the surface while strapping his forearm over the small of his back.
Nose and mouth press into the crook of the younger man's neck, momentary quiet against the backdrop of the sea breaking against the shore. His lips are a cool touch, slow trace along sloshed neon paint and brine before it's gleam and gum, teeth digging down hard into flesh. A ringed print that won't wash away with soap or saliva. ]
It's 'cause I like you.