[He's not thinking about it in any kind of linear way now, but in his own way he's glad too. He's glad because — because this is what trust is about, isn't it? Not just being honest when asked, but coming forward with the truth before it's requested. Being so honest you might hurt yourself. That's . . . that's what it is. He knows that's the kind of person he should trust.]
[He doesn't regret trusting Joseph. He regrets a lot of things, but not that. And maybe he'll regret not stopping now, or ten minutes ago, but for now he just wants what he said he wanted. This. Joseph. Making Joseph feel happy and safe and good.]
[It's almost impossible to imagine spending a single moment not kissing Joseph. The rest of time stretches out before him and it's just this, forever, Joseph lunging in forward to kiss him, the angle of his hipbone, the held breath as he scratches his thumbnail across it, as he kisses him with increasing need and decreasing precision. His fingers hook in Joseph's belt loops, and he scoots forward to the edge of the counter until he can wrap his legs around Joseph's waist, because fuck it.]
[That's it, honestly. There was a moment, a while ago, when he might have tried to deny how good this is, but it's long past. All he wants now is to fold himself inside Joseph's arms, to feel the way they fit together. That's trust, too, letting yourself be that close to someone. He trusts Joseph not to let him fall.]
[And there are teeth in his lip and a sound, surprised and too high to come from either of them, except it came from him, he realizes belatedly as he lifts his fingers to touch his lip, as his other hand tightens on Joseph's hip. He jerks Joseph forward reflexively, tips his head to the side to make room, like they planned this. Like either of them are really thinking anymore.]
Mm, Jojo?
[It's not really a question, just syllables released into the air for the sake of saying something. His hand falls from his mouth to rest in the hair at the nape of Joseph's neck and card through a little rougher than it otherwise might, at least until a kiss catches him right and he startles a bit, gasps, grins, murmurs approvingly.]
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[He doesn't regret trusting Joseph. He regrets a lot of things, but not that. And maybe he'll regret not stopping now, or ten minutes ago, but for now he just wants what he said he wanted. This. Joseph. Making Joseph feel happy and safe and good.]
[It's almost impossible to imagine spending a single moment not kissing Joseph. The rest of time stretches out before him and it's just this, forever, Joseph lunging in forward to kiss him, the angle of his hipbone, the held breath as he scratches his thumbnail across it, as he kisses him with increasing need and decreasing precision. His fingers hook in Joseph's belt loops, and he scoots forward to the edge of the counter until he can wrap his legs around Joseph's waist, because fuck it.]
[That's it, honestly. There was a moment, a while ago, when he might have tried to deny how good this is, but it's long past. All he wants now is to fold himself inside Joseph's arms, to feel the way they fit together. That's trust, too, letting yourself be that close to someone. He trusts Joseph not to let him fall.]
[And there are teeth in his lip and a sound, surprised and too high to come from either of them, except it came from him, he realizes belatedly as he lifts his fingers to touch his lip, as his other hand tightens on Joseph's hip. He jerks Joseph forward reflexively, tips his head to the side to make room, like they planned this. Like either of them are really thinking anymore.]
Mm, Jojo?
[It's not really a question, just syllables released into the air for the sake of saying something. His hand falls from his mouth to rest in the hair at the nape of Joseph's neck and card through a little rougher than it otherwise might, at least until a kiss catches him right and he startles a bit, gasps, grins, murmurs approvingly.]