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The verdurous forest of his gaze captures the aureate sunlight for mere moments, as his eyes roll upwards with poorly concealed fondness at the otherâs words, before setting it free. He cannot recall the last time his pummeling heart had not threatened to break free from within the confines of his chest upon sensing the electrifying warmth of the otherâs touch, and he chastises himself for it.Â
His leaden gaze follows the contours of the callused fingers resting against his skin until it meets with the otherâs, and before long he finds himself submerged within the bottomless oceans of the young manâs eyes. It is nearly enough to deafen him to Stanâs spoken offer, until he is jostled out of his reverie by the strong arms which he is lifted into.Â
 âââStan, what the hell are you doing?â









