[This, at the very least, is something he can relax into. There's no more anxiety toward their little pretend play that he'd felt strangling him before. No, he can simply focus on how soft and pliant Riddle has become next to him, humbled that he decided to trust him enough to do this with him. It's the sort of trust he's careful not to break.
When he finally breaks the kiss for air he's humming softly, a hand having found purchase against Riddle's back, stroking up and down the length of his spine gently.]
Can I do anything for you? Anything else you wish of me?
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When he finally breaks the kiss for air he's humming softly, a hand having found purchase against Riddle's back, stroking up and down the length of his spine gently.]
Can I do anything for you? Anything else you wish of me?