[ There's a part of himself that he doesn't want to acknowledge, who wants to grab onto this moment and let it stretch on into forever. Where they're too people who love each other without all the complications of their past. As much as he wants that perfect fairy tale, it doesn't exist.
They're two people getting what they want out of each other, in his view. And it's so easy, it's so simple. They know each other's bodies so well. He knows the rhythm of Bradley's thrusts, he knows the feeling of his heartbeat.
"Make you mine again"- he might have been the one who ran, but it feels like he's never really stopped being Bradley's something.
His fingers dig into Brad's shoulders, trying to distract himself from agreeing right then and there. ]
Fill me up...
[ That's enticing, he knows he wants that. It's not something that he'll regret in a few hours. ]
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They're two people getting what they want out of each other, in his view. And it's so easy, it's so simple. They know each other's bodies so well. He knows the rhythm of Bradley's thrusts, he knows the feeling of his heartbeat.
"Make you mine again"- he might have been the one who ran, but it feels like he's never really stopped being Bradley's something.
His fingers dig into Brad's shoulders, trying to distract himself from agreeing right then and there. ]
Fill me up...
[ That's enticing, he knows he wants that. It's not something that he'll regret in a few hours. ]