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"For once, there was an unknown land, full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes; a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream; a land where all things are perfect and poisonous." — Velvet Goldmine

Isaac likes the feeling of lace on skin and bright red lipstick. He likes the heat it brings, the way Scott’s lips part as his eyes rake over him. In fact, there is only one feeling Isaac loves more— the feeling of lace sliding under Scott’s hands and lipstick smearing over Scott’s neck.