The silly Xion, who had almost been ravaged against the icy glass, actually panicked at the sight of Darius's forlorn expression.
"Ah, no," he fumbled over his words, cheeks flushed as he tried to console his towering lover. "I... I like it. I like kissing you."
As if those words held some kind of forbidden magic, the sadness evaporated from Darius' eyes. But there was something darker lurking just beneath the surface of his gaze.
His lips curled up in an almost innocent smile. Yes, my sweet, naive healer, he thought as his hands started to travel down Xion's spine, rubbing circles there.
Be kind to me. Always be this tolerant of me. Indulge me more.
He very tenderly kissed Xion's temple as he said, "I like it too, kissing you, holding you, to feel you in my arms. Oh, Xion, I love it so much."
His words were so sweet, but his thoughts were drenched with obsession. If you ever think of leaving, I'd just… I don't even know what I might do to you. So, always be this kind to me.
