[Oh, he can read in-between those lines, teasingly blatant they are. A second kiss might do a number on his body, on his heart, for there's not yet been enough time to allow him to recover from the first.
But it is too tempting. Ferdinand sits so closely, and whatever wall has been shattered between them, Hubert knows that there is no picking up the pieces and attempting to reassemble them again. There is no hiding from what they both want, nor is there any desire to. He did say he would try, after all, and for all that he lacks a romantic bone in his body, it would seem that the tinge of desire is more than enough to replace that dearth.]
No, you don't.
[He reaches out behind Ferdinand's head, to entangle ungloved fingers in his hair once more.]
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But it is too tempting. Ferdinand sits so closely, and whatever wall has been shattered between them, Hubert knows that there is no picking up the pieces and attempting to reassemble them again. There is no hiding from what they both want, nor is there any desire to. He did say he would try, after all, and for all that he lacks a romantic bone in his body, it would seem that the tinge of desire is more than enough to replace that dearth.]
No, you don't.
[He reaches out behind Ferdinand's head, to entangle ungloved fingers in his hair once more.]
Though I would hear you ask for it, this time.