aftg kandreil fic || dark academia || alternate universe || 172k || COMPLETE
Neil’s hand slips under Kevin’s sweater, fingers rubbing circles into the skin and sinew he finds. As their lips move together like warring ironclads in the Baltic, Kevin thinks he understands why Wilde said each man kills the thing he loves. After all, there must be no greater honor than to be cut down by the ones you’ve barred your soul to.
“Overwhelm me if it’s the last thing you do.”
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