Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
"Like Monopoly," Misha explained. He knew there were a whole lot more complicated games that folks played, but he didn't know them any, and he didn't reckon Sadie knew many neither. If any of them were going to know games, he reckoned it might be Leena, though he wasn't real sure why he thought that so certain. "I want to visit home, but I don't. I just know I been thinking 'bout it a lot, and if we're going somewhere, me and you, I'd rather it be someplace we're both going to enjoy." Which was true 'nough, and he liked the idea of going someplace nice once Damian was out of here and 'fore school started up again. "Your pillow would smell like you longer than your shirt," Misha pointed out, and he ducked his head and pressed his nose to Damian's shoulder, inhaling, then straightening again as Damian lifted his ass and pulled out another card. This one, Misha looked at longer, since he wasn't real sure what it was for. "What's this meant for?"
Damian, he squirmed, and Misha just loosened his grip so the other boy could move how he liked. The only exception was that moment of pinning the boy forward, and then Damian obliged by straddling Misha's thighs and Misha sucked on fingers that tugged him forward by his teeth some, and Misha was just real glad of the laughter that bubbled forth from the other boy. He wasn't sure he'd reckoned Damian capable of it, of laughing, and it made him feel better than all the damn doctor talk managed to at the hospital. "You reckon you can show me?" he asked, but the question was teasing, and he chased Damian's fingers real brief and with a nip of teeth.
"I desire you to just keep missing the things you missed, and to keep on missing them 'til you're out of here," Misha said, and it was plenty reluctant. That squirming of Damian's, it had made Misha harden real fast, and blame that on being real young and going without plenty. And, Misha, he wasn't worried or fussed 'bout getting in trouble if someone came out, not in that moment. He was fussed 'bout Damian exerting himself too hard. He tipped Damian's chin up with fingers that he moved reluctant from the boy's ass. "I missed fucking you real awful," he went on, contradicting himself and sure as the day was long, "and not just on account of how tight your asshole is 'round my dick, but on account of I miss being close to you like that."