[Maybe it's a good thing Fearless doesn't say that, because the instant he did, this treacherous, rebellious, helpless thing beneath Koby’s ribs would flare up into a wildfire, would swallow him whole, would make him more than willing to walk away from the ISSF, from the morals and laws he'd sworn to uphold, from everything he'd thought he'd wanted all his life. One word, one inkling that Fearless would do something so bold as take Koby as he is, and he'd be lost.
But even that is a lie -- to himself, to the world, because Fearless grins down at him, teases him, touches him, and Koby knows the script, knows his part is to huff and roll his eyes and tease back. But instead he lets that helpless fondness splash across his face, radiant in his eyes, in his grin as he surges up onto his toes and kisses the corner of Fearless's bruised mouth, kisses him clumsy and sweet and eager, and there's no script for that, there never has been.]
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But even that is a lie -- to himself, to the world, because Fearless grins down at him, teases him, touches him, and Koby knows the script, knows his part is to huff and roll his eyes and tease back. But instead he lets that helpless fondness splash across his face, radiant in his eyes, in his grin as he surges up onto his toes and kisses the corner of Fearless's bruised mouth, kisses him clumsy and sweet and eager, and there's no script for that, there never has been.]
Like that? [Breathless, giddy.]