[ if thomas looked feverish before, he thinks he certainly must, now. he feels it, hot and like his skin is too tight, heat high in his cheeks and his throat dry. kissing john helps, but at the same time, it strokes the flames higher.
he drags in a shuddering breath. fucking a guardsman — he wants that. the part where he's being fucked. ]
I'll manage. [ he says after a moment, not entirely without humour. it's not something he needs to think about, really. he is more than capable of keeping quiet, even in this. once upon a time, it had been much more of a necessity than it is now. no, the time between john's question and thomas' answer is simply because john is close, pressing in, grinning like that. because john dangled the prospect of what he wants in front of him and focusing on anything beyond it is somewhat difficult, right now. ]
no subject
he drags in a shuddering breath. fucking a guardsman — he wants that. the part where he's being fucked. ]
I'll manage. [ he says after a moment, not entirely without humour. it's not something he needs to think about, really. he is more than capable of keeping quiet, even in this. once upon a time, it had been much more of a necessity than it is now. no, the time between john's question and thomas' answer is simply because john is close, pressing in, grinning like that. because john dangled the prospect of what he wants in front of him and focusing on anything beyond it is somewhat difficult, right now. ]