( Syrlya is cute - he understands the affection for him. He is fresh-faced and sincere, and, in this way, innocent in a way he has not encountered for some time.
Just to try, he says. In some way Mishka feels like a wretched person - he knows he is one - as if he were taking advantage of someone generally good. But because he is a wretched person, he will carry through - following the inertia of this rhythm like steps in a song.
He leans in that much nearer, pulling Syrlya against his chest so that he might kiss him - sweetly at first, and then a little more deeply, palm cupped along his jaw and fingers brushing along his leaves like he's something precious. )
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Just to try, he says. In some way Mishka feels like a wretched person - he knows he is one - as if he were taking advantage of someone generally good. But because he is a wretched person, he will carry through - following the inertia of this rhythm like steps in a song.
He leans in that much nearer, pulling Syrlya against his chest so that he might kiss him - sweetly at first, and then a little more deeply, palm cupped along his jaw and fingers brushing along his leaves like he's something precious. )