[That comes out first, quick and easy, even if a little breathless. He chases after Joseph's kisses at first, automatically, letting out a soft sound of loss at the first one that moves away from his lips. It takes him far too long to realize what's going on, embarrassingly long. Later he'll look back on it and realize how desperate he was (like he's been since Joseph got here) not to be left alone again, even in the smallest way. For now, when he understands, he just frowns and bites his lip and leans his head against Joseph's, needing to feel him there, close.]
[Thinking is hard right now. Articulating his thoughts is even harder. But he feels compelled to try, in part because Joseph asked him and in part because he just plain wants to know. He wants a lot right now, more every second, and for once he's not questioning whether he deserves it. That's the gift Joseph's given him, that permission to just want.]
[He wants to figure out the words for whatever it is that he's feeling now, that thing that's one step behind love. He slips his fingers under Joseph's shirt and breathes out slowly at the warmth of skin stretched over muscle. It feels good.]
[. . . Yeah. He smiles crookedly at nothing.]
I keep kissing you because you make me feel good. And I want you to feel good, too.
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[That comes out first, quick and easy, even if a little breathless. He chases after Joseph's kisses at first, automatically, letting out a soft sound of loss at the first one that moves away from his lips. It takes him far too long to realize what's going on, embarrassingly long. Later he'll look back on it and realize how desperate he was (like he's been since Joseph got here) not to be left alone again, even in the smallest way. For now, when he understands, he just frowns and bites his lip and leans his head against Joseph's, needing to feel him there, close.]
[Thinking is hard right now. Articulating his thoughts is even harder. But he feels compelled to try, in part because Joseph asked him and in part because he just plain wants to know. He wants a lot right now, more every second, and for once he's not questioning whether he deserves it. That's the gift Joseph's given him, that permission to just want.]
[He wants to figure out the words for whatever it is that he's feeling now, that thing that's one step behind love. He slips his fingers under Joseph's shirt and breathes out slowly at the warmth of skin stretched over muscle. It feels good.]
[. . . Yeah. He smiles crookedly at nothing.]
I keep kissing you because you make me feel good. And I want you to feel good, too.