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05. touch
It was a moment of here and now. Sometimes the light catches him and Daimd realises just how beautiful he is. Daimd's hands are too big for subtlety but he is a practised hand, and he places them just so—so that Quinn looks at him. That's his second, and it has to count.
It's laughter bubbling from his lips and the way he brushes off Daimd's touches that make it please and now. Daimd relishes making the effort to catch him again, choosing his precise moment carefully, and then stealing him off into the shadows for a kiss. He has a minute, then.
Quinn's mood makes decisions for them. Quinn can't be manipulated, but he can be prompted. Bribed and teased and stroked. And then they speak their own language for hours.
It's laughter bubbling from his lips and the way he brushes off Daimd's touches that make it please and now. Daimd relishes making the effort to catch him again, choosing his precise moment carefully, and then stealing him off into the shadows for a kiss. He has a minute, then.
Quinn's mood makes decisions for them. Quinn can't be manipulated, but he can be prompted. Bribed and teased and stroked. And then they speak their own language for hours.