Aug 31, 2021
Chapter 2 of The Snow-White Tiles
art by @berlermood
“I wish…” Andrés voice is hoarse, and he doesn’t finish his sentence immediately. “I wish we’d done this sooner.”
Martín nods, still caressing his back, because, god, he would he be lying if he said he hadn’t turned it over in his head a thousand times. He wishes he had shown Andrés this kind of affection before they had raped him. He wishes he’d had time to prove to him that he wants this. Because he knows how hard it is for him now, to trust. Anyone, or anything. And love is built on trust.
