Trust (Gorgeous Carat, Ray/Florian)

Florian had never really counted on Noir being one of the people he trusted. At first he had been a villain, a thief and a scoundrel and a dirty moneylender who prayed off of other people’s debts. Florian had counted himself a prisoner and vainly awaited the day when he could free himself from his debt and escape Noir’s foul clutches.

He wasn’t quite sure when that opinion had changed. There were a lot of moments he could think of where Noir had shown genuine kindness, and after all their adventures he’d come to think of Noir as someone he could trust to keep him safe, to watch after Florian and maybe even someone who had his best interests at heart.

But trust had many shades and many different levels, and though he’d started to trust Noir in one sense, it was an entirely different sense that they were embarking on now.

His legs trembled and he was glad Noir was kissing him because it kept him from looking down and seeing the sure sign of weakness that meant. He knew that Noir most likely noticed – there was little the thief didn’t notice – but at least he wasn’t looking which made it slightly more bearable.

He knew, in his head, that Noir wasn’t going to hurt him. Well, he couldn’t be entirely certain, since sex between men did have a certain amount of pain involved, but he didn’t think Noir was going to hurt him on purpose in the malicious sense. Still there was a large difference between knowing something and believing it, and his subconscious was still scared, assured that this moment was going to be exactly like what Azura had done to him.