[Poggio]

It was not the lingering ghostly feeling of the touch over his navel, that made Galvin tremble. The weight of the words had sank in deep chilling his bones. All of his thoughts became scattered effervescent bubbles. But what of Cirro and Eva? And I thought we just wanted to fuck! try... you... me...Fuck...fuck The mentally shouted words did not push past his closed lips each dying away as quickly as they frantically came. Clenched hands unfurled along the blankets smoothing out the lines of confusion with it. He wanted to be fucked if it meant not being alone. If being fucked meant waking up each morning to waves of red and a condensing smug smile. Galvin rose from the bed letting the wet fabric fall from is thighs. He walked over to the man. Twisting the firm jaw he made the man look into his eyes. “I want you. I understand the price” He kissed the man unlike he had never kissed him before. He pulled on the man letting gravity relocate their bodies to the plush carpet below them. “And I will pay a thousand times.” this time, Galvin did not let the mans lips go until he had stolen all of his breath and his silky thighs were running along Ambrosia's slacks. “Bite me..”He said in place of the words he could never speak.