How many nights has he entertained this very vision of Tang Fan, all lean long lines and li after li of smooth skin? Most, in some shape or another, since Tang Fan first stormed into his life and made his home in what wreckage he found there. Too many, but so few. To have it now, real enough to see, too far from reach to touch— it’s agony.
They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?
After— after. When Tang Fan is home, and safe, Sui Zhou sees to it that he is comfortable, then moves to take leave of his imposition.
Eddie gets some late-night visitors when he and Steve are hanging out. Afraid of getting busted, Steve hides in the closet, and then wishes he didn't.
He’s done his fair share of fucking up in this line of work, but this might be the worst he’s ever done it.
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
Like a wolf, Hickey senses Crozier's weakness; like a wolf, he descends on him. Like a wolf, he can hardly do anything else.
Claudius picks just about the worst possible time to ship his nephew off to England. Hal benefits from the diversion.
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean...
Henry thinks he's being helpful. How cute.
Aumerle lives to regret many things.