Unspeakable Things

Envy/Roy. R. 100 words.
He breathed it all in, desperate and ravenous for it.

It couldn’t be real.

Familiar long-fingered hands, only slightly rough from hard work, held his wrists. Rough stubble scraped his shoulder, soft lips and softer tongue traced a slick path down his spine. Maes’s touch, Maes’s voice whispering harsh promises in his ear, the scent of Maes’s skin and sex curling through the heavy air.

He breathed it all in, desperate and ravenous for it. He drowned in his memories, unable to separate fact and fiction and clinging only to the false answer to a hopeless prayer that had never passed his lips.

It wasn’t real, but it didn’t matter.

End

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