[ The rush of your voice over his skin makes him quiver anew, and tug, once again, at his restraints. It's starting to get suffocating, being in his own body.
It's a difficult thing to consider, whether he wants those lips of yours up on his mouth, or if he wants you to keep doing what you're doing. And your hand still seems so damned far away. ]
Josh, [ Your name stutters on his lips, like a small and quivering thing. ] I need you.
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It's a difficult thing to consider, whether he wants those lips of yours up on his mouth, or if he wants you to keep doing what you're doing. And your hand still seems so damned far away. ]
Josh, [ Your name stutters on his lips, like a small and quivering thing. ] I need you.