Volare
Letting go is liberating.
Scotty cedes control, hands over the reins. He's guided, held, lifted. It's like flying.
He lets himself be taken, pliant, yielding – giving himself utterly, intoxicated and cresting on a wave of laughing affection that fills his heart as surely as his body, knowing he'll be well-used, well-cared-for, secure that surrender to another will only ever bring pleasure, not pain.
Not that his partner is 'another'. They were one before they ever came together in this, their joy, their laughter, their pleasure, escalating when they're joined.
Alexander Scott throws his head back and moans, and is free.
