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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

I was being polite.

[He gives her a long thrust, which gets a grunt out of him, and when he pulls out from it, it's slow and languid.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce rests his head against Alfie's shoulder and stares at the wall. Dully: ]

That doesn't close the hole.

[devoutish]

I know it doesn't.

[But he doesn't know how to.]

[bywolves]

I don't know how to fix it.

[ Royce says, in that same quiet, flat tone. ] I don't know what to do anymore. Drinking didn't help.

[devoutish]

Drinking never makes sadness go away. It makes whatever you're already feeling all the more strong.

[The flatness in his voice scares him - it's too much like that eternal emotionlessness from Norfinbury. He pulls Royce closer with a shiver.]

[furgood]

Fuck polite. [A gasp then a slightly too loud moan.] T-That's wonderful.

[bywolves]

[ He doesn't know what else to do but just try to shut it out. He lets out a shivery breath, and pulls his legs in close, curled up against Alfie. He doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't. ]

[devoutish]

[Is there really such a thing as too loud when they're alone on an island? Clearly Alfie doesn't think so, because his moan joins hers, and he slows even more, dragging.]

[devoutish]

All the words I have for you are things that won't help.

[Alfie whispers into his hair.]

Platitudes.

[bywolves]

I know. [ Royce murmurs. ] It's alright.

I'll just have to figure it out. [ Somehow. ]

[devoutish]

But Royce--

[He sighs.]

That's my point, yeah? It's got no solution.

[bywolves]

I know. I know it has no solution. [ He snaps, without really meaning to. He grips at Alfie's shirt and kneads a bit at the fabric. ] So I have to figure out how to be okay with it and I don't know if I ever will.

[devoutish]

Keep talking to me about it. Don't decide that having to be okay with it means you've got to be quiet about it as well.

[bywolves]

I can't keep bringing it up.

[furgood]

[Volume control is a rather new concept for her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he slows and she tries to force a faster rhythm even as he drags. The slowness is intense in a completely different way that she's unsure how to handle ]

[devoutish]

When it's on your mind, yes, you can.

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't answer that part. ]

I never used to feel like this. [ He murmurs. ] Norfinbury changed me so much.

[devoutish]

Did you not think about it at home, with Gwen and Hadrian?

[devoutish]

[The effect it's having on her is obvious, and it's enough to make him grin - but since he doesn't want to pop out completely, he picks up his thrusting again after a moment, moving in and out at a quicker pace.]

[furgood]

[Meulin wraps her leg tighter around his waist. She bites her lip and gives him a little huff at his grin. She squeezes around him]

[devoutish]

[If she's looking to get some more noise out of him, that's a good way to do it. He moans loudly when she clenches around him - combined with the thrusting, the feeling comes out like a massage on his dick, and he's very approving.]

[bywolves]

No. I assumed they'd die after me.

[devoutish]

Because you assumed you'd never live to your natural lifespan.

[That's a sad thought in and of itself.]

[bywolves]

Mm. I thought something would kill me far before I got to this point. When Gwen died, I was just waiting for my turn.

[devoutish]

You've got no idea how relieved I am that you don't feel that way anymore.