[littl3chocobo]

he pushed them through the open door and avoiding the low table and other detritus of the room pressing the man into the trashy velvet cushions and covered the limp body with his own. pressing one hand into the curly dark locks he freed the man's mouth and trailed his own down to the fading scar. nipping it lightly he pulled himself off though more reluctantly than he intended. letting his face go bland he demanded for pyce to take a nap and let the other know he would return. he did not expect the hand to take his sleeve. meeting pyce's eyes he found the man sedate but wanting. it made him wish to stay but also to run, from eva it was acceptable, from cirro it was expected, from the man holding on to him so needily? he shivered. "i said i would return and you need the sleep"