[He realizes, on some level, that he's just echoing what Joseph's been saying. He knows that. He knows it's ridiculous. But he wants to be sure he's got this right, and more than that . . .]
[More than that, every time Joseph kisses him he feels like he has to double-check that this is really happening. Really real. His whole world's changed in something like half an hour. Joseph's said I love you; they've both said I want you, and now here he is, wanting so much he thinks his heart might stop.]
[When he recovers enough to look at Joseph again, his heart doesn't stop, but his stomach, it just flips over. He didn't realize — well, he did, he knew that Joseph was handsome, he'd thought that before, he's not blind or stupid, but . . . that smile.]
[He can feel himself going a little pink again, heartbeat loud in his ears, and so he surges forward for another kiss, fierce and overtly possessive (which isn't fair, he knows, he knows it isn't, but he doesn't know if he can be any other way right now). He arches into the touch of Joseph's hand against his stomach, murmuring approval as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.]
[And then his hands are moving of their own accord, down from Joseph's shoulder to trail down his arm; his breath catches unexpectedly when he feels muscle shift, and he lingers longer than he meant to before moving on, down again until his fingers fold over Joseph's on his stomach. He bites Joseph's lip, not hard, just gentle punctuation, and he can still hear his heart in his head but he does it anyway, guides Joseph's hand under his shirt to rest on bare skin.]
Always seems like a lot.
[It comes out breathless as he trails kisses down Joseph's jaw (half because he wants to, half because he isn't sure he wants to see Joseph's face right now). The last kiss lingers under his ear, a little tentative. Not a bad thing; hopefully a good thing.]
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[He realizes, on some level, that he's just echoing what Joseph's been saying. He knows that. He knows it's ridiculous. But he wants to be sure he's got this right, and more than that . . .]
[More than that, every time Joseph kisses him he feels like he has to double-check that this is really happening. Really real. His whole world's changed in something like half an hour. Joseph's said I love you; they've both said I want you, and now here he is, wanting so much he thinks his heart might stop.]
[When he recovers enough to look at Joseph again, his heart doesn't stop, but his stomach, it just flips over. He didn't realize — well, he did, he knew that Joseph was handsome, he'd thought that before, he's not blind or stupid, but . . . that smile.]
[He can feel himself going a little pink again, heartbeat loud in his ears, and so he surges forward for another kiss, fierce and overtly possessive (which isn't fair, he knows, he knows it isn't, but he doesn't know if he can be any other way right now). He arches into the touch of Joseph's hand against his stomach, murmuring approval as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.]
[And then his hands are moving of their own accord, down from Joseph's shoulder to trail down his arm; his breath catches unexpectedly when he feels muscle shift, and he lingers longer than he meant to before moving on, down again until his fingers fold over Joseph's on his stomach. He bites Joseph's lip, not hard, just gentle punctuation, and he can still hear his heart in his head but he does it anyway, guides Joseph's hand under his shirt to rest on bare skin.]
Always seems like a lot.
[It comes out breathless as he trails kisses down Joseph's jaw (half because he wants to, half because he isn't sure he wants to see Joseph's face right now). The last kiss lingers under his ear, a little tentative. Not a bad thing; hopefully a good thing.]