"I would," I admitted, arching into the press of his thumb, a low groan falling from my parted lips. "I'd let you do anything."
His lips pressed between my spread legs, and I threw my head back, gasping as I murmured my agreement. "Sick, like I'm sick."
We were different in so many ways, but exactly the same where it counted most. I wanted to be a mess, but only when he made me that way. I'd only ever felt free to be myself when he was standing beside me, when I could encourage him to do the same.
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Date: 2023-09-13 01:52 am (UTC)His lips pressed between my spread legs, and I threw my head back, gasping as I murmured my agreement. "Sick, like I'm sick."
We were different in so many ways, but exactly the same where it counted most. I wanted to be a mess, but only when he made me that way. I'd only ever felt free to be myself when he was standing beside me, when I could encourage him to do the same.