Blood Speckled Roses

"How foolish of you," The man whispers, his voice like silk to Arthur's ears. He leans closer, the length of his nose brushing briefly against Arthur's cheek, his voice finding purchase next to Arthur's ear. It's rich and soft, full of unsainted want, and it makes desire curl hotly inside of Arthur. "Walking all alone at night. So foolish. Someone might make you their dinner." FrUK