[ He's never going to get over this smelling thing, huh. It's kinda like Amos is feeling his own body pressed up against him, and as uncomfortable as it is, there's almost a unique thrill to it. Not that he's in favour of this, not that he's going to try to practically inhale anyone. Just. On some level, this is what it's like, and in normal circumstances — which there may never be — it might actually be good.
He's pretty sure Daryl isn't going to do anything to him now, though, so Amos uses his shoulder, bumps into Daryl's chest to push him back a little. Get some air between them. They're still close, but maybe not. Pressed right on top of each other.
Amos shakes his head, once, a small movement. That's definitely not gonna work for him. ]
At some point, I'll need to.
[ His voice is never going to match that feral rasp; he's not going to try. Just plain spoken, stating facts. The more things slip out of his control, the more something is going to build up in him, from his gut to something in his throat he can't get rid of, something that's going to drive him to exert his body in some way, find a release, bring it back down. It always happens. Usually, he's pretty good about not letting it get out of hand. In Hell, who fucking knows. He's still good for now, but he knows it's there.
Maybe that's what Daryl keeps trying to smell out, who knows. He doesn't think there's a scent to it. It's just there.
Looks Daryl up and down, moving only his eyes. ]
We good?
[ Do we have an understanding, kind of thing, now that he's expressed some pushback. Because this definitely can't go on forever. ]
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He's pretty sure Daryl isn't going to do anything to him now, though, so Amos uses his shoulder, bumps into Daryl's chest to push him back a little. Get some air between them. They're still close, but maybe not. Pressed right on top of each other.
Amos shakes his head, once, a small movement. That's definitely not gonna work for him. ]
At some point, I'll need to.
[ His voice is never going to match that feral rasp; he's not going to try. Just plain spoken, stating facts. The more things slip out of his control, the more something is going to build up in him, from his gut to something in his throat he can't get rid of, something that's going to drive him to exert his body in some way, find a release, bring it back down. It always happens. Usually, he's pretty good about not letting it get out of hand. In Hell, who fucking knows. He's still good for now, but he knows it's there.
Maybe that's what Daryl keeps trying to smell out, who knows. He doesn't think there's a scent to it. It's just there.
Looks Daryl up and down, moving only his eyes. ]
We good?
[ Do we have an understanding, kind of thing, now that he's expressed some pushback. Because this definitely can't go on forever. ]