Wasn't — ready to talk yet, I guess. To try to put them together.
[He's pleased to discover that the brush of sleeve on his skin is less abrasive than it was before. Still rough, still more noticeable than it might've been otherwise. But it doesn't make him want to cringe or thrash or escape. It's just there, and then their fingers are entwined, and he's sighing again as yet another safety net weaves snugly into place around him.]
Star would never let you fuck me up.
[It's an interesting choice of words, that. He doesn't say never let you hurt me. Because — because — there's an important nuance, isn't there, in what Kakyoin was getting at before. In craving the knowledge of how far he could go.
There's overlap in the Venn diagram of "hurt" and "what he can take". His limit creeps beyond the boundary of hurt. So no, it's not really whether Star would let Kakyoin hurt him, is it? Really it's about whether he'd let that limit be disregarded.]
I can tell you exactly what Star would've done, if you'd put the thing as high as it could go and just left me.
[He tilts his chin, dragging his tongue along Kakyoin's lower lip in an unmistakably obscene fashion.]
He would've waited until I couldn't take it, and then he would've stopped time. If I'd really needed it to stop, everything would've stopped. He doesn't need me to tell him to do it. He'd have done it on his own.
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[He's pleased to discover that the brush of sleeve on his skin is less abrasive than it was before. Still rough, still more noticeable than it might've been otherwise. But it doesn't make him want to cringe or thrash or escape. It's just there, and then their fingers are entwined, and he's sighing again as yet another safety net weaves snugly into place around him.]
Star would never let you fuck me up.
[It's an interesting choice of words, that. He doesn't say never let you hurt me. Because — because — there's an important nuance, isn't there, in what Kakyoin was getting at before. In craving the knowledge of how far he could go.
There's overlap in the Venn diagram of "hurt" and "what he can take". His limit creeps beyond the boundary of hurt. So no, it's not really whether Star would let Kakyoin hurt him, is it? Really it's about whether he'd let that limit be disregarded.]
I can tell you exactly what Star would've done, if you'd put the thing as high as it could go and just left me.
[He tilts his chin, dragging his tongue along Kakyoin's lower lip in an unmistakably obscene fashion.]
He would've waited until I couldn't take it, and then he would've stopped time. If I'd really needed it to stop, everything would've stopped. He doesn't need me to tell him to do it. He'd have done it on his own.