[He's worried, in a distant and nagging way, the way he worries sometimes about inconsequential things, that the journey from the kitchen to the bedroom would feel like it took a thousand years. That the waiting between the first instance of being pinned flush against Joseph and the second one would drag on, that he'd agonize. But he doesn't. It's a stupid worry, because the whole way Joseph's kissing him, stealing his breath away, and he feels like he has to run to catch up even though he isn't, and then no time passes and they're there.]
[They're there, and Joseph's pulling him and then — yeah, he's done that move, you wait until they're a little off balance and sweep them off their feet. Somehow knowing it, and knowing how unscripted it is coming from Joseph, is more than enough to make his heart catch in his throat, even beyond the momentary weightless sensation and that grin, that fucking grin. Joseph's moving over him, kissing him, the weight of his body not pressing down entirely but the promise is there, right there, and it's going to kill him.]
[And then Joseph's touching him and he can't hold back a soft sound at that, a quiet moan that dissolves into bilingual curses against Joseph's mouth; he lifts his hips a little, quietly demanding, and bunches both hands in Joseph's shirt, pushing it up insistently in wordless request.]
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[They're there, and Joseph's pulling him and then — yeah, he's done that move, you wait until they're a little off balance and sweep them off their feet. Somehow knowing it, and knowing how unscripted it is coming from Joseph, is more than enough to make his heart catch in his throat, even beyond the momentary weightless sensation and that grin, that fucking grin. Joseph's moving over him, kissing him, the weight of his body not pressing down entirely but the promise is there, right there, and it's going to kill him.]
[And then Joseph's touching him and he can't hold back a soft sound at that, a quiet moan that dissolves into bilingual curses against Joseph's mouth; he lifts his hips a little, quietly demanding, and bunches both hands in Joseph's shirt, pushing it up insistently in wordless request.]