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[sometimes, the stranger issues a challenge and it is a visible taunt. shit-eating grin or just unutterably smug, a stinging gauntlet delivered to the face, some stupid comment. he did make a stupid comment just now. but his face was placid, equally dead to self-pity or mockery, patient the way the sea is patient, generous the way the sea gives&medash;because it's water. wants as simple as physics. taking the shape of his container and

koby's mouth meets his mouth, and for a moment, he accommodates. his half of the kiss wrapped around koby's bottom lip like the wet cohesion of eddy to glass. except, of course, he's not the sea. he's a man, as earlier specified, as fallible and error-prone as any, and there comes resistance that's not resistance at all. the bulk of an arm winding around koby's boyish waist, yoking him tight—but for the gentle thumb on the dimple on the right of the small of koby's back. the initial, backward buoy of 'qimir's head rocks forward, reversing momentum into a ravening crush, bending his nose on koby's cheek.

i don't want to bury this part. sure. people fail in the actualization of their desires all the time.

light, in sufficient quantity, will kill anything. but 'qimir' does not say this because some wisdom comes in different tongue, like the one delving into koby's mouth, his jaws opening on the thick cords of muscle like some machine, drawbridge, hungry trap for boys that don't know how to read the sign that says beware.]