[Their mouths are so close. He knows how to kiss, tender and long. He knows that even if his jawline is satin-smooth from any trace of stubble, no partner will consider that a drawback.
He nods. Their lips brush each other's.]
Yes...
[He shifts his lap between them. It's something that feels separate from him, firm, under pressure, wanting to nudge itself blindly into someplace dark and warm. He could lift her, and bring her down again, and again. Would he feel whole, after all?
Never, no. Not you.]
I'm fine.
[Another nod. Resolute, firm. Is it as convincing as he intends it to be?]
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He nods. Their lips brush each other's.]
Yes...
[He shifts his lap between them. It's something that feels separate from him, firm, under pressure, wanting to nudge itself blindly into someplace dark and warm. He could lift her, and bring her down again, and again. Would he feel whole, after all?
Never, no. Not you.]
I'm fine.
[Another nod. Resolute, firm. Is it as convincing as he intends it to be?]