[ He addresses the last buttons on the shirt, the last rustles of cloth as he untucks it, and while the touch on his face had been distracting -- well, the kiss is something else entirely. The sighing moan that follows after as he melts against the other man.
As if he could have let a single thing he didn't want to enter his mind then.
When his mouth is released, it's a moment before his answer is just more than gulps of air, really. ]
I...I don't want pain.
[ His words come out slow, a little uncertain. It's much easier to form coherent words when he isn't worked up, when he's just focusing on someone else and their needs. ]
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As if he could have let a single thing he didn't want to enter his mind then.
When his mouth is released, it's a moment before his answer is just more than gulps of air, really. ]
I...I don't want pain.
[ His words come out slow, a little uncertain. It's much easier to form coherent words when he isn't worked up, when he's just focusing on someone else and their needs. ]