Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

i have morals, he retorts, raising his brows as he watches machi move, the way the willowy legs stretch and the muscles beneath his skin flex. unlike some people.
but there was hunger there, too, in the boy's gaze and in the way he swallowed the lump which sat heavy in his throat. a want which he had never allowed himself to indulge in; a want which he was not about to give into. he was going to have to get a lot more hammered than this in order for that to work.
so he thought.
what? you're not working, so you're suddenly not allowed to eat? izaiah snorts, rising now to his elbows and his knees, not yet committing to a full stand. come on. i'm sure there's refreshments somewhere. maybe if you come with me, we'll look less lonely.