Liam had been so long in the dark that any light at all felt near blinding, but he still wanted to bask in the glow of Riley, wanted to follow it home indeed, a lighthouse to lead him out of the storm that he'd been lost in for years. Could he be saved? From Gregory? From himself? He wasn't brave enough to give into hope just yet, but despite that a seed had been planted, had started to take root in the very depths of him.
He let his fingers curl into that waistband. "You haven't. But that's very easy to fix." And Liam would fix it here like he was opening the most thrilling gift that he'd ever been given. He tugged at those pants until he could slide them from Riley's hips, freeing the other man's arousal and letting his eyes take him in. Oh he was right. Thoroughly beautiful, all of him.
Liam could not resist letting his hand palm at the priest's prick, letting the head of his arousal drag along his palm, a smear of slick precome making the slide effortless. But he was surprised by those words, looking up at Riley in surprise that he couldn't quite hide. Liam was good at selling the lie, that everything was fine, a mask of charm and affability, as if he didn't even know the meaning of the word worry. But Riley had seen straight through him again and again.
Stepping in closer, he brushed his lips along a collarbone. "This is the happiest I've been in a long while." It was remarkable how feeling like he wasn't entirely alone, even for one night, could help.
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Date: 2025-06-11 02:26 am (UTC)He let his fingers curl into that waistband. "You haven't. But that's very easy to fix." And Liam would fix it here like he was opening the most thrilling gift that he'd ever been given. He tugged at those pants until he could slide them from Riley's hips, freeing the other man's arousal and letting his eyes take him in. Oh he was right. Thoroughly beautiful, all of him.
Liam could not resist letting his hand palm at the priest's prick, letting the head of his arousal drag along his palm, a smear of slick precome making the slide effortless. But he was surprised by those words, looking up at Riley in surprise that he couldn't quite hide. Liam was good at selling the lie, that everything was fine, a mask of charm and affability, as if he didn't even know the meaning of the word worry. But Riley had seen straight through him again and again.
Stepping in closer, he brushed his lips along a collarbone. "This is the happiest I've been in a long while." It was remarkable how feeling like he wasn't entirely alone, even for one night, could help.