Aubrey Rois & Briar Rose (pricked) wrote in doors,
Re: Aubrey/Dair
[He likes that, Aubrey does. He likes the way that Dair allows his touch, and so he moves to press the pad of his thumb against the man's palm, squeezing his hand as tight as his dulled senses will allow. He tastes the burn of whiskey in his throat and he wishes that it might hurt more.] Don't worry. [He manages a laugh, but it is an empty sound - and it has hot tears spilling over his cheeks as he presses his face against the crook of Dair's neck, breathing in the smell of him. His chest shudders, and he tightens his grip.] You're honest about what you do, you know? It means that you're good. [A whiskey-choked sob, and he pivots on the couch so that he is straddling one of Dair's legs, truly and properly in his lap now.] It makes you special.