[Someday, Trevor will realize that he talks so that he doesn't have to think. So that when the gravity of this starts to set in, he doesn't have to acknowledge it for what it is. So that he doesn't have to stare back into the gaping, obvious void of his own feelings and give them a friendly nod. Someday, he'll have that wisdom. For now, he's tangled up with Adrian, sated again of the attention he's practically starved for, and making light of it because...
Because it's only ever confusing with Adrian anymore. But poking fun is decidedly uncomplicated.
Times like this, his fingers itch for a cigarette. Sypha made him promise to quit, and it's for the better, he knows. But it's a good excuse to roll away for a few minutes, to get away and collect himself back into some semblance of sane. God knows why he's so restless after such a pleasant night.
And just like that, he resolves to stop caring. Because Adrian's bare thigh is right there for him to grab at, and that's the only bone he wants to chase at the moment. Squeezing gently, working up to his ass and then back down, dragging Adrian's knee over Trevor's own hip for a better reach. Does an impromptu massage make up for ruining the moment with nonsense? Maybe not. But he's practically cackling nevertheless.]
They'll fit better next time. Come to think of it, how do you squeeze yourself into all that leather?
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Because it's only ever confusing with Adrian anymore. But poking fun is decidedly uncomplicated.
Times like this, his fingers itch for a cigarette. Sypha made him promise to quit, and it's for the better, he knows. But it's a good excuse to roll away for a few minutes, to get away and collect himself back into some semblance of sane. God knows why he's so restless after such a pleasant night.
And just like that, he resolves to stop caring. Because Adrian's bare thigh is right there for him to grab at, and that's the only bone he wants to chase at the moment. Squeezing gently, working up to his ass and then back down, dragging Adrian's knee over Trevor's own hip for a better reach. Does an impromptu massage make up for ruining the moment with nonsense? Maybe not. But he's practically cackling nevertheless.]
They'll fit better next time. Come to think of it, how do you squeeze yourself into all that leather?
[Not that he's complaining.]