[All of the things about this that aren't perfect are utterly, completely forgotten. This isn't simple, because nothing worth doing ever is, but it is good, and the goodness of it is more than enough to drive thoughts of anything but Joseph out of his mind. All the complicated shit doesn't matter right now. What matters is—]
[What matters is Joseph saying his name like that. God, it's not like this is the first time but at the same time it sort of is, like this is all new and crashing over him like a wave. It sure as hell feels like he's drowning in some moments, like when Joseph just takes hold of him and pulls him off the counter and pushes him back up against it and, god, the sound he makes is embarrassing.]
[There's no point denying it now: he wants all of this, but part of it is the power he can't not feel every time Joseph touches him. He's never thought about it, about wanting someone taller and broader than him, but maybe that's because he's an idiot. It feels good. It feels amazing. It feels safe. Joseph's hands on either side of him and he has to break away and pant for a moment because of how overwhelming it is to let someone else push him around, even just a little bit.]
Jojo.
[His voice comes out hoarse, like he hasn't talked in years, and then he's out of words. He still can't breathe right but he doesn't have any more words, he's got nothing, so he gives up and slides his hands down Joseph's back to rest at his hips and tug him close until there isn't any closer to get. It's only once he can feel Joseph from his hips to his chest to his lips that he remembers what he was going to say, and says it, want you into a fumbling kiss as his fingers dig into Joseph's hips probably a million times too hard.]
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[What matters is Joseph saying his name like that. God, it's not like this is the first time but at the same time it sort of is, like this is all new and crashing over him like a wave. It sure as hell feels like he's drowning in some moments, like when Joseph just takes hold of him and pulls him off the counter and pushes him back up against it and, god, the sound he makes is embarrassing.]
[There's no point denying it now: he wants all of this, but part of it is the power he can't not feel every time Joseph touches him. He's never thought about it, about wanting someone taller and broader than him, but maybe that's because he's an idiot. It feels good. It feels amazing. It feels safe. Joseph's hands on either side of him and he has to break away and pant for a moment because of how overwhelming it is to let someone else push him around, even just a little bit.]
Jojo.
[His voice comes out hoarse, like he hasn't talked in years, and then he's out of words. He still can't breathe right but he doesn't have any more words, he's got nothing, so he gives up and slides his hands down Joseph's back to rest at his hips and tug him close until there isn't any closer to get. It's only once he can feel Joseph from his hips to his chest to his lips that he remembers what he was going to say, and says it, want you into a fumbling kiss as his fingers dig into Joseph's hips probably a million times too hard.]