[ He is at home underneath the weight of your body, and it is your hands that hold him together. Maybe that will become obvious to you, in the way that he kisses back and how he moves in your grip. ]
I love you too.
[ You're his; he's yours. There is no other place that he'd rather be right now but on this bed, gradually becoming the skin and nerves and muscle you're weaving yourself into, only too content with losing breath and losing control in the process of yielding to you. ]
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I love you too.
[ You're his; he's yours. There is no other place that he'd rather be right now but on this bed, gradually becoming the skin and nerves and muscle you're weaving yourself into, only too content with losing breath and losing control in the process of yielding to you. ]