[ Even with everyone he's been with, every kind of partner, every kind of functional (or dysfunctional) relationship- it didn't hit quite this hard. It didn't carve in this deep and settle like a seed instead of an ember. Warmth, sure, need? Yeah. But there's...more. So much more and the word's on the tip of his tongue-
But he' not about to say it while Locus has a hand on his dick. Proclamations made pre, mid, or post coitus don't count.
And this? This counts. All of it counts even when he was running from it, hiding from it, lying to himself about it. No wonder he never bothered trying to talk himself out of it, he's a shitty liar. Even to himself. Especially to himself. ]
Take your time. [ They've got plenty and god, the slow burn of his hand gliding along is more than he can take- and nowhere near enough. His eyes roll back as his hips roll up, a low, desperate noise twisting out of him. ] God- take all the time you want-
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But he' not about to say it while Locus has a hand on his dick. Proclamations made pre, mid, or post coitus don't count.
And this? This counts. All of it counts even when he was running from it, hiding from it, lying to himself about it. No wonder he never bothered trying to talk himself out of it, he's a shitty liar. Even to himself. Especially to himself. ]
Take your time. [ They've got plenty and god, the slow burn of his hand gliding along is more than he can take- and nowhere near enough. His eyes roll back as his hips roll up, a low, desperate noise twisting out of him. ] God- take all the time you want-