Feeling so physically close to Narci that they could just as well have been one being, Clue wrapped his arms loosely around his neck and they spoke intimately between kisses. Although the young bastard was relatively cool to the touch, he felt as if there was flame within him, licking him in various places as the older boy touched him, kissed him, looked at him.

"It should be easy enough", he muttered as Narcissus spoke of writing poetry about his eyes; "as they're always on you."