(Kissing sweetly between words, he hugs him closely, feeling his body against his; his warm words, his beating chest, the way he feels so relaxed and at ease in his arms but also so strong as he supports him. It's good. It feels good and he turns his neck to allow him more comfort, more skin.
And then slowly, carefully, he gives himself over, letting himself weigh a little more heavily in his embrace, back into the soft downy fabric of the comforter.)
Then give me all of you.
(Thin fingers tapping the back of his neck, tracing his spine, gently twirling around his hair. Turning his face, to nuzzle against him, he whispers,)
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And then slowly, carefully, he gives himself over, letting himself weigh a little more heavily in his embrace, back into the soft downy fabric of the comforter.)
Then give me all of you.
(Thin fingers tapping the back of his neck, tracing his spine, gently twirling around his hair. Turning his face, to nuzzle against him, he whispers,)
I want everything.