[ There's no twitch of surprise as Larry touches Maine's chest. No sudden tension as fight-or-flight instincts kick in and Maine's body prepares for an attack. They're well past any of that. This is something they both know. Something they do often enough to call it a familiar thing. Something interrupted only by those times Maine's self-control slips, and he throws himself back into the Quarry. But there's no threat of Maine slipping tonight. Not in that way.
Larry touches his chest, and Maine's eyes lock on Larry's face, his gaze dark and intense and utterly focused. ]
Didn't mean clothes.
[ It's blunt. Far more forward than most people would dare to speak to a Rook, too. But then, Maine isn't most people.
A tiny smile curls the edges of his lips, and he reaches out to brush his fingertips through Larry's hair, touch light and careful. ]
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Larry touches his chest, and Maine's eyes lock on Larry's face, his gaze dark and intense and utterly focused. ]
Didn't mean clothes.
[ It's blunt. Far more forward than most people would dare to speak to a Rook, too. But then, Maine isn't most people.
A tiny smile curls the edges of his lips, and he reaches out to brush his fingertips through Larry's hair, touch light and careful. ]