[ And he responds only too gratefully to the attention. First it's marked with a tiny, relieved little sigh against your mouth, and then his lips gradually parting to let you taste him/slip your tongue between them, if you care to.
His need for you at this very moment is crippling, and you're only too ready - to willing - to indulge him, and do what you can to make him feel safe and warm again. There's something both poetic and intimately sad about that. ]
Josh...
[ His voice is still thick with the tears he still hasn't shed, and also with how much he wants you right here with him, no matter how shitty it might make him feel in his darkest moments. ]
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His need for you at this very moment is crippling, and you're only too ready - to willing - to indulge him, and do what you can to make him feel safe and warm again. There's something both poetic and intimately sad about that. ]
Josh...
[ His voice is still thick with the tears he still hasn't shed, and also with how much he wants you right here with him, no matter how shitty it might make him feel in his darkest moments. ]