He would've taken more of anything right now--stood still and awaiting hungrily whatever came next. How easy a read he must've been now that Trey was actually, finally, looking at him properly. Or maybe he'd been an easy read always? All the s**t about Aelius had been the only thing he'd ever had to hide...
"Specially the parts that keep my tongue off this cleaner n my entire house floor--" not that he woulnd't've done it, oh, he would've, but he still wanted something left to taste with once Trey was done putting him to that particular task, and the best way to accomplish that? Seemed to be committing to the act of shutting his mouth, difficult as it was, the way it took ever fiber to count his words carefully.
To make those words count in the right ways! Because he wanted this so much! To be pliant and easy and *used*; to shut his too fast mouth and exist honestly for awhile; beneath someone else's rule. Because ********, was he tired of the cyoa of rapid-fire, bullet dodging, hazy, happy accidents his life had begun to accumulate of late.
"Cause if anyone can put me to better use? It's you. Swear my tongue'll still work well enough to explain alluvthis after...If you want it to." it was a task to try and be charming without pleading outright, to be as an anchored point, held on lead at the end of Trey's fingers. Knowing he wasn't going to be the one dictating any of the next moves. There was something easy in it too---that nice frog in the pot feeling, and no way was he going to move out of it now! The water had just gotten up to temp, and he was happy to ******** boil alive if it meant he could admire Treys eyes a little bit longer, could admire his lips -- and want them just one more time --
xWhimsical Bluex
