He touches him anyway. He presses his thumb to Saint’s lip piercing. He remembers how that piercing felt on his c**k all those months ago, when Saint caught him in the tower. When Saint crawled to him and licked him clean.
He’s hard. His c**k has lengthened down the leg of his trousers, pushing against the fabric, aching for him to notice that his two subs are right here at his feet. It’s mirrored by the ache in his chest—the ache from having both halves of his heart here again.
God is cruel to give him this. God is cruel to wave this miracle before him, to offer him cool water to finally, finally quench his thirst.
Auden drags in a breath and forces himself to remember. He must remember what he’s learned. He must not forget now when it matters the most.
“This changes nothing,
