[ well he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that.
the memories are vivid, they always are. flickers of felix stretched out beneath him, bent over under him, above him, everywhere. the feel of his throat bubbling under his palm when he chokes him, the bright red line he'd draw across his pale skin as he dragged a knife across his chest, the arch of his back and the sound he'd make, breathless around his name, when wash twists his fingers through his hair and pulls. a perfectly remembered not-quite-dream. after that, too. even recently. going back to his room after dropping off felix at a hotel, jerking off in the shower with his shoulder still bleeding out before he'd went to tend to his wounds.
this fucker. ]
Someone's gotten their memory back.
[ he always remembered. he should have known. ]
You were always a good fuck. It felt good. Especially when I had you flat on your front. You'd squirm, when I pulled your hair just right. I'd fill you up over and over and you'd beg me for it while trying to claw my eyes out.
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the memories are vivid, they always are. flickers of felix stretched out beneath him, bent over under him, above him, everywhere. the feel of his throat bubbling under his palm when he chokes him, the bright red line he'd draw across his pale skin as he dragged a knife across his chest, the arch of his back and the sound he'd make, breathless around his name, when wash twists his fingers through his hair and pulls. a perfectly remembered not-quite-dream. after that, too. even recently. going back to his room after dropping off felix at a hotel, jerking off in the shower with his shoulder still bleeding out before he'd went to tend to his wounds.
this fucker. ]
Someone's gotten their memory back.
[ he always remembered. he should have known. ]
You were always a good fuck. It felt good.
Especially when I had you flat on your front. You'd squirm, when I pulled your hair just right.
I'd fill you up over and over and you'd beg me for it while trying to claw my eyes out.