The boy is strange, Master decides one mundane afternoon.
This astute observation, as surprising as it seems, isn't on account of the boy's suicide attempt he walked in on, in their first meeting. No, master is better than dismissively passing such harsh judgement.
After all, he knows, perhaps more than anyone, just how cruel living could be.
Wanting to escape it all, in an impulsive fit of spite or desperation; Master couldn't possibly hold that against anyone. He's been there himself, more times than he can even recall now.
But that urge has recently begun to dwindle, and Master thinks he may just know the source of this curious change.
The actual reason Master is certain this boy is a unique brand of weird, is something much different.
Maybe it's the brunette's non-existent sense of self preservation, when he cheekily sneaks in a kiss or two in the mornings, grinning at his flushed cheeks right after as if he's won a sort of lottery.
Or, maybe, it's the way he takes comfort in the unusual, seeking out his lap during movie nights, relaxed and content, enclosed within the space of his own legs.
Master had absently dug cautious fingers into his own thighs, one such night, when the boy got up for a bathroom break, failing to understand how his lover could possibly find solace against his hardened flesh.
It puzzled him, much like the rest of this boy. But it did no less to make Master's heart beat just that bit faster, face heating up, cheeks warming and pulse racing, every time he looked at this man.
Ha, he mused softly, in a tender sort of surrender, he had already been done in.
And there's no other way he'd have it.
-FIN-
I am a clown did i just write a drabble for these 2 what the fuck- (⊙…⊙ )
The boy is strange, Master decides one mundane afternoon.
This astute observation, as surprising as it seems, isn't on account of the boy's suicide attempt he walked in on, in their first meeting. No, master is better than dismissively passing such harsh judgement.
After all, he knows, perhaps more than anyone, just how cruel living could be.
Wanting to escape it all, in an impulsive fit of spite or desperation; Master couldn't possibly hold that against anyone. He's been there himself, more times than he can even recall now.
But that urge has recently begun to dwindle, and Master thinks he may just know the source of this curious change.
The actual reason Master is certain this boy is a unique brand of weird, is something much different.
Maybe it's the brunette's non-existent sense of self preservation, when he cheekily sneaks in a kiss or two in the mornings, grinning at his flushed cheeks right after as if he's won a sort of lottery.
Or, maybe, it's the way he takes comfort in the unusual, seeking out his lap during movie nights, relaxed and content, enclosed within the space of his own legs.
Master had absently dug cautious fingers into his own thighs, one such night, when the boy got up for a bathroom break, failing to understand how his lover could possibly find solace against his hardened flesh.
It puzzled him, much like the rest of this boy. But it did no less to make Master's heart beat just that bit faster, face heating up, cheeks warming and pulse racing, every time he looked at this man.
Ha, he mused softly, in a tender sort of surrender, he had already been done in.
And there's no other way he'd have it.
-FIN-
I am a clown did i just write a drabble for these 2 what the fuck- (⊙…⊙ )