[He's too focused, too intent on tracing Joseph's collarbone with lips and teeth and tongue, to be able to prioritize anything right now. Which is good; he'll think that later, even when the panic sets in, he'll think back and he'll remember feeling free to totally lose himself and he'll realize how new that is, how unexpected and unprecedented and strange and perfect. But in the moment, all of him is focused on closeness, on the way muscle shifts under his nails when he digs in, on the sounds Joseph makes, which are all, every one, utterly perfect, which make him whine in response, increasingly desperate each time to make them happen again.]
[But there are hands in his shirt, then, and his first instinct is to frown, because the part of him that's paying attention knows he'll have to move, for several entire seconds he'll have to move his hands and his mouth and he hates that, he hates it a lot, but. Joseph wants, and he wants Joseph to have what he wants — to give him everything, all the time, always — so after a moment he relents. Comes back to himself, bites down on Joseph's shoulder a little sulkily before pulling back far enough that he can help tug his shirt over his head. It gets thrown away, too, somewhere in the corner of the room, and then he's just looking up at Joseph, eyes wide and bright, breath heavy, just leaning up in eager anticipation as his hands land at Joseph's hips.]
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[But there are hands in his shirt, then, and his first instinct is to frown, because the part of him that's paying attention knows he'll have to move, for several entire seconds he'll have to move his hands and his mouth and he hates that, he hates it a lot, but. Joseph wants, and he wants Joseph to have what he wants — to give him everything, all the time, always — so after a moment he relents. Comes back to himself, bites down on Joseph's shoulder a little sulkily before pulling back far enough that he can help tug his shirt over his head. It gets thrown away, too, somewhere in the corner of the room, and then he's just looking up at Joseph, eyes wide and bright, breath heavy, just leaning up in eager anticipation as his hands land at Joseph's hips.]