[ That question opens up all kinds of possibilities. So many that, for a moment, Maine can't say anything at all. The simple answer is, "everything." He always wants more. Always hungers for it. But he can't say so immediately. The words stick, and he has to wait for his throat to cooperate.
He makes good use of the pause. Keeps carrying Larry towards the bed, trusting his knowledge of the room instead of his eyes. Ducks his head to kiss a line down the side of Larry's neck, stopping only when his lips find fabric instead of skin. It's enough time for his words to work their way out: ]
Power.
[ Probably not surprising. It's been so long since Maine has felt his own that he can't help craving. ]
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He makes good use of the pause. Keeps carrying Larry towards the bed, trusting his knowledge of the room instead of his eyes. Ducks his head to kiss a line down the side of Larry's neck, stopping only when his lips find fabric instead of skin. It's enough time for his words to work their way out: ]
Power.
[ Probably not surprising. It's been so long since Maine has felt his own that he can't help craving. ]