[The words breathe a fire of lust into him, fanning flames of an arousal already stoked — briefly his hand lowers to the limb of the tree and digs in, gouging bark.
He feels the same, and it doesn't need to be said. The rules of the game matter little to him when his attraction to Cy is inscribed into every fiber of his being.]
no subject
He feels the same, and it doesn't need to be said. The rules of the game matter little to him when his attraction to Cy is inscribed into every fiber of his being.]
The Vale. In a tree.
[very Cat Behavior of him actually]
What?