Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking hell. I think you set my screen on fire, which is not good because it’s not my computer and the library’s going to want to know what happened.

I mean, bsdm isn’t so much my kink to read most of the time, but you’ve handled it so well; you’ve taken away the over the top random cartoonish play aspect and stripped it down to the bones of mutual respect and trust and personal control, and a type of sharing that isn’t always obvious, but you make it so,

His voice begins to break apart, but Blackwood hushes him before he loses his composure completely.

And then it’s not,

No. It can't be contempt, see how worthy he is?

and that’s gorgeous too, and it rips out my heart a little. And god, Coward, he’s just, I mean, his thoughts, it just hurts…

And I’ve lost coherence again.