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the hollows of his cheeks, the way he combed his black hair in the morning, how softly he slept at night, on his back with his very slender left hand curled on his chest.
After a day or two, when the initial flattery wore off, the attention naturally began to wear thin. Scarlet caught Liall watching him mend a shirt as he sat on the floor under the porthole. It was perhaps the tenth time that day he had seen Liall's eyes fixed on him, and he blew out a short sigh and looked away.
"Liall," he said, then nothing more.
Liall let a minute pass but kept watching. He was enjoying the shape of Scarlet's body, how he so effortlessly reclined on the hard surface, the torn shirt in his lap and one leg folded under him.
"What?" Liall asked easily.
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"Would you please stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"Watching me."
Liall was lying on the bunk on the other side of the cabin, his palm resting against his cheek. He sat up and shrugged.
"There is nothing else to watch."
"Well, find something," Scarlet snapped. He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Come over here and kiss me," Liall found himself saying.
He was determined to bury his fear and continue on the path he had chosen.
Scarlet looked up quickly, his eyebrows climbing high.
"We can at least kiss, can we not? Or are we to be forever chaste lovers, like the pale, doomed sots in fairytales?"
"No," Scarlet said resentfully. "I don't want that either. But I thought you said you were afraid."
"I am, but we must begin somewhere, yes?"
Scarlet fell silent, staring at him. The shirt lay forgotten in his lap and a slow, bright blush crept across his fair skin.
Liall wanted to smile but held it back, knowing it would offend him. Poor Scarlet, he thought. You are no child, but sometimes I think you have no idea what effect you have on me, how one glance of you in your nightshirt, stretching and knuckling the sleep out of your eyes, can make me burn for you.
Liall often woke at night with the sharp scent of his own arousal in his nose and his member hard and moist on his belly, begging for notice. Attention he never gave it, for he was too aware of Scarlet being so near, sleeping next to him 94
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but inviolate as the moon through their mutual trust. He had a foolish fear that Scarlet would catch him pleasuring himself.
It was a boy's fear, and silly. If Scarlet were any other man, he would not have hesitated to relieve himself whenever he needed to, albeit with a small amount of discretion, but this was Scarlet.
When Scarlet dressed, Liall would gaze hungrily for a flash of white limb being slid into the hateful clothing that hid it from him. He longed to claim that skin and cover it with kisses, to draw sighs of pleasure from Scarlet's lips and make him clutch at him and beg. Alas, still a dream. Aside from the brief embraces since they met up in Volkovoi, they had been as chaste as brothers with each other.
"What is the matter?" Liall pressed. "Do you not want to kiss me?"
"Yes," Scarlet answered at once.
"Then perhaps you no longer desire me?" he teased. "Have you changed your mind so quickly?"
Scarlet threw the shirt he was mending aside. "Don't be a want-wit!"
"Then perhaps you are ashamed of me. Too good to dirty yourself with a Kasiri."
Scarlet gaped at his unfairness. "Liall, I swear to you, that's not true at all."
Liall shrugged and left off watching Scarlet to give his attention to the ceiling, watching the little flame on the smaller candle-lamp sway with the waves. After a few moments, Scarlet rose and came to sit beside him. Liall felt warm fingers threading with his and risked a look at Scarlet.
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by Kirby Crow
A line of remorse was etched deep across Scarlet's forehead, and there was pain in his eyes
"Gods, look at you. I was only joking," Liall sighed. Scarlet was too young by far. He
After a day or two, when the initial flattery wore off, the attention naturally began to wear thin. Scarlet caught Liall watching him mend a shirt as he sat on the floor under the porthole. It was perhaps the tenth time that day he had seen Liall's eyes fixed on him, and he blew out a short sigh and looked away.
"Liall," he said, then nothing more.
Liall let a minute pass but kept watching. He was enjoying the shape of Scarlet's body, how he so effortlessly reclined on the hard surface, the torn shirt in his lap and one leg folded under him.
"What?" Liall asked easily.
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Mariner's Luck [Scarlet and the White Wolf Book 2]
by Kirby Crow
"Would you please stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"Watching me."
Liall was lying on the bunk on the other side of the cabin, his palm resting against his cheek. He sat up and shrugged.
"There is nothing else to watch."
"Well, find something," Scarlet snapped. He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Come over here and kiss me," Liall found himself saying.
He was determined to bury his fear and continue on the path he had chosen.
Scarlet looked up quickly, his eyebrows climbing high.
"We can at least kiss, can we not? Or are we to be forever chaste lovers, like the pale, doomed sots in fairytales?"
"No," Scarlet said resentfully. "I don't want that either. But I thought you said you were afraid."
"I am, but we must begin somewhere, yes?"
Scarlet fell silent, staring at him. The shirt lay forgotten in his lap and a slow, bright blush crept across his fair skin.
Liall wanted to smile but held it back, knowing it would offend him. Poor Scarlet, he thought. You are no child, but sometimes I think you have no idea what effect you have on me, how one glance of you in your nightshirt, stretching and knuckling the sleep out of your eyes, can make me burn for you.
Liall often woke at night with the sharp scent of his own arousal in his nose and his member hard and moist on his belly, begging for notice. Attention he never gave it, for he was too aware of Scarlet being so near, sleeping next to him 94
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by Kirby Crow
but inviolate as the moon through their mutual trust. He had a foolish fear that Scarlet would catch him pleasuring himself.
It was a boy's fear, and silly. If Scarlet were any other man, he would not have hesitated to relieve himself whenever he needed to, albeit with a small amount of discretion, but this was Scarlet.
When Scarlet dressed, Liall would gaze hungrily for a flash of white limb being slid into the hateful clothing that hid it from him. He longed to claim that skin and cover it with kisses, to draw sighs of pleasure from Scarlet's lips and make him clutch at him and beg. Alas, still a dream. Aside from the brief embraces since they met up in Volkovoi, they had been as chaste as brothers with each other.
"What is the matter?" Liall pressed. "Do you not want to kiss me?"
"Yes," Scarlet answered at once.
"Then perhaps you no longer desire me?" he teased. "Have you changed your mind so quickly?"
Scarlet threw the shirt he was mending aside. "Don't be a want-wit!"
"Then perhaps you are ashamed of me. Too good to dirty yourself with a Kasiri."
Scarlet gaped at his unfairness. "Liall, I swear to you, that's not true at all."
Liall shrugged and left off watching Scarlet to give his attention to the ceiling, watching the little flame on the smaller candle-lamp sway with the waves. After a few moments, Scarlet rose and came to sit beside him. Liall felt warm fingers threading with his and risked a look at Scarlet.
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by Kirby Crow
A line of remorse was etched deep across Scarlet's forehead, and there was pain in his eyes
"Gods, look at you. I was only joking," Liall sighed. Scarlet was too young by far. He
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