[His breath hitches again, but it isn't a tense, painful thing this time, not so awfully full of impossible feelings. This is pure goodness; Joseph's hand feels amazing, better than it should, and he can't tell if it's because he's just that overwhelmed or because he doesn't know what he's doing or because he loves Joseph. He thinks he might. God, he thinks he might, and the thought makes him whimper helplessly, canting his hips up and biting his lip, Joseph's, his own again.]
[He can't say it yet because he isn't sure. Because he wants to be sure, to be as honest to Joseph as Joseph has been to him. But it's impossible to think, and he's speaking without really meaning to, his breathing heavy and accelerating as he buries his face in Joseph's shoulder.]
I know, I know -- you're mine, Jojo, I need you, yeah?
[He can feel it, ti amo perched on the tip of his tongue, and he can't say it yet, he can't, no matter how much he wants and needs and suffers from not having, no matter how erratically he's moving or how embarrassingly overcome he feels. Something about Joseph, or maybe everything about Joseph, has taken him out of his comfort zone entirely.]
[He doesn't think he can go back wafted this. Whatever he was, he's not anymore, because Joseph loves him so much he can't stop saying it. And he can't stop saying Jojo now, and then fuck, breathless and surprised as he trembles and buries his face in Joseph's neck and lets himself go entirely, nails digging his desperation in lines down Joseph's back.]
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[He can't say it yet because he isn't sure. Because he wants to be sure, to be as honest to Joseph as Joseph has been to him. But it's impossible to think, and he's speaking without really meaning to, his breathing heavy and accelerating as he buries his face in Joseph's shoulder.]
I know, I know -- you're mine, Jojo, I need you, yeah?
[He can feel it, ti amo perched on the tip of his tongue, and he can't say it yet, he can't, no matter how much he wants and needs and suffers from not having, no matter how erratically he's moving or how embarrassingly overcome he feels. Something about Joseph, or maybe everything about Joseph, has taken him out of his comfort zone entirely.]
[He doesn't think he can go back wafted this. Whatever he was, he's not anymore, because Joseph loves him so much he can't stop saying it. And he can't stop saying Jojo now, and then fuck, breathless and surprised as he trembles and buries his face in Joseph's neck and lets himself go entirely, nails digging his desperation in lines down Joseph's back.]