Please. Ever since Phoenix Gate, Clive has only heard that thin, reedlike voice in his head pleading for his life, and not for release. Grief floods him anew, spreading from his aching heart outwards, but it doesn't make him stop or stutter― if anything, it makes him persist with more dogged fervor, determined never to have Joshua beg for anything that Clive won't be able to give him tenfold.
"For you, anything."
A promise (a threat). Anything. Now that Joshua is here with him, now that Clive knows that the only person who gives his wretches existence any meaning wants him, Clive would burn the world to keep him safe and cared for and sated. His brother, his love, his omega.
His fingers pump more ruthlessly, making their modest room fill with the sound of slick and heavy breathing. Clive claims Joshua's mouth again and again, determined to kiss him through his climax whenever it hits.
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Date: 2025-12-24 01:25 pm (UTC)"For you, anything."
A promise (a threat). Anything. Now that Joshua is here with him, now that Clive knows that the only person who gives his wretches existence any meaning wants him, Clive would burn the world to keep him safe and cared for and sated. His brother, his love, his omega.
His fingers pump more ruthlessly, making their modest room fill with the sound of slick and heavy breathing. Clive claims Joshua's mouth again and again, determined to kiss him through his climax whenever it hits.
"Come for me, brother. My mate."