"If it's from you, I want to see it. I want to experience things with you." Xion tiptoed, and despite the shyness forcing his eyelashes to tremble, he pressed his lips against Darius' cheek.
"I want to know how it is to live with the one you like. So, show it to me whatever it is. I am incredibly curious."
Fuck, Xion. Darius inhaled sharply, how cruelly innocent you are.
Those words, every damn syllable, stretched the already taut thread of Darius's sanity to its near-breaking point.
His fingers curled tighter around Xion's waist, knuckles paling with the effort of holding back.
Damn it. How he longed to just lean down and take that smile, to press his lips against it and feel it fade beneath him, replaced by something breathless, something that would melt Xion right into his arms.
