When Wil was around Rath, he felt like he couldn't breath. Every touch, kiss, and caress made his breath hitch, made him feel dizzy from lack of air, like he was going to faint.
Too much, too much, it was too much; everything was too much. Too many emotions, guilt, love, confusion, hate, joy, embarrassment, when he was around Rath.
"I feel like I can't breath, Rath," Wil told him once, after Rath had kissed him, had left him breathless. "When you kiss me, I feel like I can't breath."
"Then don't," Rath commanded, like it was that easy, leaning into kiss him again. "It's easier if you don't."
Wil listened to his advice. And as Rath kissed him again, harder, faster, more forceful than before, as if purposefully trying to take the breath from Wil, make him dizzy, Wil realized Rath was right. It's easier if you don't breath.
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Yes, this drabble has absolutely no meaning. ...Yay?
Arg, I keep forgetting to update this. I'm so sorry! I'll try updating sooner next time, but I really didn't write much over the break and I have finals coming up in like, two weeks so I have a lot of homework and I'm busy a lot. But I really will try to write something for this soon.