[ Pity. Worry. Deep, deep concern. The searching look in Danny’s eyes scares him. He has no idea what the man is looking for, but he catches Quentin’s heart on a hook like that. He’d do anything to fix it. Anything to fix it. Thumbs scrape over his arteries, and Quentin bows in for a kiss, murmurs: ] I’m sorry, I just—I missed you so—fuck—!
[ The ache in his scalp is shock enough, but the teeth molding into his skin sends a snap down every one of Quentin’s nerves. His soothing hands tighten and twist like a rabbit’s ears, spine zips tight bone by toothed bone. He goosebumps for it, the same as he did for Danny’s hands under his shirt, though.
[ It’s Danny, though, so he must—need it. Whatever rotten thing is trapped in him, leaving tracks down his cheeks, needs it. Quentin forces a breath out, throat flexing, hips creaking as they shift. ]
Okay. Okay, I— [ One hand combs into Danny’s hair, draws the back of his neck and plane of his shoulder. Good. Okay. ] —I had the last mark for almost a week. When it faded, I didn’t know if I’d lost you.
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[ The ache in his scalp is shock enough, but the teeth molding into his skin sends a snap down every one of Quentin’s nerves. His soothing hands tighten and twist like a rabbit’s ears, spine zips tight bone by toothed bone. He goosebumps for it, the same as he did for Danny’s hands under his shirt, though.
[ It’s Danny, though, so he must—need it. Whatever rotten thing is trapped in him, leaving tracks down his cheeks, needs it. Quentin forces a breath out, throat flexing, hips creaking as they shift. ]
Okay. Okay, I— [ One hand combs into Danny’s hair, draws the back of his neck and plane of his shoulder. Good. Okay. ] —I had the last mark for almost a week. When it faded, I didn’t know if I’d lost you.