Fallen Skies
“The interesting thing about when I use my powers on you, my dear Tommy, is that it catches onto your desire for others to be around. For touch, comfort, affection.” Wilbur says smugly, leaning forwards.
“Your desire is so intense that it pulls you under immediately. It’s addicting for you, and strong, so fucking strong it’s hilarious.” Wilbur purrs, one of his hands cupping his cheek. Tommy is frozen, locked in place, his eyes wide as he stares at Wilbur.
“I really don’t even have to use it, do I? To get you to bend to my will. All it takes is a gentle, loving touch and your already falling under my natural charm.” Wilbur hums, pressing his face back against his neck.
Or Tommy is a god who had been trapped away for centuries, waiting for the day to be rescued. Wilbur is the one who finds him.