Samuel raised his eyebrows slightly, still without backing off. He'd seen Don Juan's gaze flicker to his own eyes and then down to his mouth, and the impulse of kissing him traveled through him, rising like air through dark water, with no particular hurry. That was something they had not done. It would have been out of place. Now Sam was uncertain if it was his own impulse, or if it somehow jumped from Don Juan to him, like a static charge.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked. "We already talked about my unhealthy attachment to you. You'll have to tell me to leave." After all, he would get him what he wanted. It was simple, really. He just had to ask. Perhaps sometimes, he would have to beg a little.
"I can hold that for you," he offered with a wry smile, nodding towards the pipe then looking down towards Don Juan's shaking hands.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked. "We already talked about my unhealthy attachment to you. You'll have to tell me to leave." After all, he would get him what he wanted. It was simple, really. He just had to ask. Perhaps sometimes, he would have to beg a little.
"I can hold that for you," he offered with a wry smile, nodding towards the pipe then looking down towards Don Juan's shaking hands.
