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+G through L › Galerians: Ash
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Adult +
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1,603
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1
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Spider-thin fingers paint pseudo-loving ciphers across the ‘A’ inscribed in the synthetic concaves of breastbone, earning him a breathy sigh from iodine-kissed lips. “Teach me something I don’t know,” ASH had asked him, eyes dark with a clinical disinterest that made Rion’s fingers twitch.
He hadn’t disappointed him.
Rion never did.
Heat spreads across his artificial skin in gossamer threads of data and light, hot hands burning through the bindings of leather and metal, laying him open; laying him bare. Blonde head cants to soothe soft lips across a silver mouth, pink tongue prying air from his hungry lungs. Feels something inside him twist; break.
His sternum flutters like a butterfly’s wing.
“What is this?” he asks the ether, amber eyes searching the static for the answer to a question he isn't programmed to ask.
“Touch.”
Teeth trace the outside edge of his throat and ASH is grateful to have Rion as a teacher.
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Spider-thin fingers paint pseudo-loving ciphers across the ‘A’ inscribed in the synthetic concaves of breastbone, earning him a breathy sigh from iodine-kissed lips. “Teach me something I don’t know,” ASH had asked him, eyes dark with a clinical disinterest that made Rion’s fingers twitch.
He hadn’t disappointed him.
Rion never did.
Heat spreads across his artificial skin in gossamer threads of data and light, hot hands burning through the bindings of leather and metal, laying him open; laying him bare. Blonde head cants to soothe soft lips across a silver mouth, pink tongue prying air from his hungry lungs. Feels something inside him twist; break.
His sternum flutters like a butterfly’s wing.
“What is this?” he asks the ether, amber eyes searching the static for the answer to a question he isn't programmed to ask.
“Touch.”
Teeth trace the outside edge of his throat and ASH is grateful to have Rion as a teacher.