[Joseph says it so quickly and automatically, he's very nearly surprised by it. And yet he's not. He's not at all because it's what he really means to say without a doubt, but it's so hard to focus on anything that isn't Caesar's touch. His head tipped naturally as Caesar kisses under his jaw and he couldn't even begin to hold back the slight shiver he felt as Caesar's fingers relax and retrace the marks he made on Joseph's back. Those touches, Caesar's fingers moving along his back, stood out as such a stark contrast from before. It's not just that it doesn't leave any tangible evidence that it ever was, but that it is so gentle. Caesar's been gentle numerous times before now, but never quite like this. Never quite in a way that makes Joseph feel like he's really the center of the whole world effortlessly. There's no one to compete with and there's nothing he has to do to having this place. It's simply his because Caesar's placed him there knowingly and willingly.]
[And now all he can feel are fingers pulling at his belt loops and Caesar's breath, voice, and mouth against his neck. These new sensations are quickly becoming things he doesn't think he can live without, that he questions how he's managed to go this long without knowing them, and they mingle with an ache that's at once familiar and just as new as everything else.]
Yes, [he says again,] I want you to.
[Some distant part of his mind thinks he should feel more self-conscious in saying something like that. And maybe somewhere in his clouded, hazy mind, he does. But it seems impossible that he should ever feel self-conscious about anything ever again with Caesar because maybe he's already laid everything bare whether he meant to or not. Maybe he just feel safe. Maybe it's both of these things, and maybe it's also something else. He doesn't know. He doesn't particularly care. All he knows is Caesar and Caesar's touch, and how much he wants both so very much.]
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[Joseph says it so quickly and automatically, he's very nearly surprised by it. And yet he's not. He's not at all because it's what he really means to say without a doubt, but it's so hard to focus on anything that isn't Caesar's touch. His head tipped naturally as Caesar kisses under his jaw and he couldn't even begin to hold back the slight shiver he felt as Caesar's fingers relax and retrace the marks he made on Joseph's back. Those touches, Caesar's fingers moving along his back, stood out as such a stark contrast from before. It's not just that it doesn't leave any tangible evidence that it ever was, but that it is so gentle. Caesar's been gentle numerous times before now, but never quite like this. Never quite in a way that makes Joseph feel like he's really the center of the whole world effortlessly. There's no one to compete with and there's nothing he has to do to having this place. It's simply his because Caesar's placed him there knowingly and willingly.]
[And now all he can feel are fingers pulling at his belt loops and Caesar's breath, voice, and mouth against his neck. These new sensations are quickly becoming things he doesn't think he can live without, that he questions how he's managed to go this long without knowing them, and they mingle with an ache that's at once familiar and just as new as everything else.]
Yes, [he says again,] I want you to.
[Some distant part of his mind thinks he should feel more self-conscious in saying something like that. And maybe somewhere in his clouded, hazy mind, he does. But it seems impossible that he should ever feel self-conscious about anything ever again with Caesar because maybe he's already laid everything bare whether he meant to or not. Maybe he just feel safe. Maybe it's both of these things, and maybe it's also something else. He doesn't know. He doesn't particularly care. All he knows is Caesar and Caesar's touch, and how much he wants both so very much.]