moonagedy
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The hand that held their partner, it was firm. The kiss had started tenderly but now it was passionate. There was a hint of primal urge in it.
"Is this an instinct? Is it controlled or wild?"
"Wild. But they can control it. To an extent."
"Does this lead to reproduction?"
"Not necessarily. You ask weird questions."
"I apologise if they unsettle you-"
"They don't."
"Alright. You mentioned it is not a secret."
"It's not."
"So why is it hidden?"
"It's not."
"No? I've never seen it."
"Because it's indecent to fuck in front of others."
—"I can't stop thinking about you."
He said it with an ease that told me it was not a confession, not a vulnerability he shared. It was mere provocation.
And really...
"...can't stop feeling you pin me to the cold tiles, can't stop seeing the red glow in your eyes that you would never show Zenyatta..."