Dustin saw the tilt of chin and responded unconsciously, the way he always did, inclining his own just that much more so that the advancing lips met his jaw and not his mouth. With a grip of steel that made Dustin hiss, Dustin’s face was snatched and twisted back in place. Nicolae’s words were spoken so closely that Dustin could feel every heated syllable reverberate against his lips. “If you do not want to feel my mouth, then do not ask to feel my body.”
Nicolae paused before advancing again and Dustin made no attempts to pull away, even though Dustin’s heart was already bleeding from the loss of it all. Because, of course there would be loss—how could there be anything else? People didn’t care. Not really. Nicolae would be no exception to that rule. Just because Nicolae seemed kind and sweet, just because his hands weren’t cruel and his words weren’t hard, didn’t mean that the end result wouldn’t be the same. It just meant it would hurt more.