tombur sex goes hard but do you ever think about wilbur gently looking over tommy assuming he’s asleep (hes not) and wishing, his heart aching to reach out and simply touch. Pet, caress. maybe kiss on his forehead.
and even those pure simple platonic acts feel traitorist and taboo to wilbur, feeling deep in the pit of his stomach right above his pelvis how genuinely awful he is for even daring to hope the gentlness would be returned in any measure
as if a bad man like him deserves gentleness
as if the Villain of the story deserves a happy ending
how awful of him.
He walks away, hearing gentle sniffles from tommy on the thin sleeping mat on the stone floor. he shuts the door deciding to roam the hallways of pogtopia for awhile instead
knowing how his story would end
