[He does not sound lazy. He doesn't feel it, either; his whole body is tense, from his shoulders to where his knees are pressed against Joseph's thighs. It stings a little, the way Joseph's nails dig in, but he pushes against it anyway because it feels good, too, like his skin's on fire and Joseph's putting it out and making it worse all at the same time.]
[He doesn't want to bite again, doesn't know if it's okay, doesn't know if he should or shouldn't leave marks, can't think at all. So he doesn't. He just buries his face in Joseph's shoulder and tries to remember how to breathe, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life.]
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[He does not sound lazy. He doesn't feel it, either; his whole body is tense, from his shoulders to where his knees are pressed against Joseph's thighs. It stings a little, the way Joseph's nails dig in, but he pushes against it anyway because it feels good, too, like his skin's on fire and Joseph's putting it out and making it worse all at the same time.]
[He doesn't want to bite again, doesn't know if it's okay, doesn't know if he should or shouldn't leave marks, can't think at all. So he doesn't. He just buries his face in Joseph's shoulder and tries to remember how to breathe, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life.]