[ unlike next week in the orchards, ish doesn't even have the sense of mind to string together thoughts of confusion, embarrassment, or surprise. all he has is instinct: he likes how hwylryn feels, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his heart, his—
—blood blooms from the marks along his neck, little blossoms of heat. mmnph, he feels so hot but it's not enough, not when he can feel hwylryn against him, in the same way he is.
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—blood blooms from the marks along his neck, little blossoms of heat. mmnph, he feels so hot but it's not enough, not when he can feel hwylryn against him, in the same way he is.
he needs to find more leverage— ]