Riley walked up to the step just below Liam while he jammed his phone back in his pocket-- then once there he released Liam's hand put only so that he could place first one palm and then the other against cheek, pulling him down until they were forehead to forehead, until Liam could feel the wet plaster of hair.
He did not attempt to look further into Liam's eyes, he knew the vulnerability there and did not want to intrude upon those secret and personal windows to the soul. "You deserve so much better." He repeated as if it was a litany that he could offer the other man.
He crossed the very small distance and brushed his lips against Liam's-- trembling and soft, as if the other man was a precious and priceless treasure; the priest tasted of rain and also sugar cookies and he gave that comfort to Liam in this moment.
Without any expectations of being given anything back.
This was not about sex or lust, it was about intimacy-- about becoming the balm to be wrapped around Liam's soul; tendrils of healing as if it could reach the darkness and sweep it away.
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He did not attempt to look further into Liam's eyes, he knew the vulnerability there and did not want to intrude upon those secret and personal windows to the soul. "You deserve so much better." He repeated as if it was a litany that he could offer the other man.
He crossed the very small distance and brushed his lips against Liam's-- trembling and soft, as if the other man was a precious and priceless treasure; the priest tasted of rain and also sugar cookies and he gave that comfort to Liam in this moment.
Without any expectations of being given anything back.
This was not about sex or lust, it was about intimacy-- about becoming the balm to be wrapped around Liam's soul; tendrils of healing as if it could reach the darkness and sweep it away.