[Nope, looking was a mistake. A great, beautiful, dizzying, and wonderful mistake, but holy shit that was a mistake. It's tough enough just feeling Caesar touch, kiss, and lick him. It's another to see him do it. To see him do it with that smile . . . Joseph wants to die. Only a little. Maybe that's weird. Maybe it isn't. But he wants to die a little because he doesn't think he can take Caesar looking at him like that with that handsome smile by itself let alone making eye contact with him while he's—]
[Joseph hisses a sharp curse and looks back up at the ceiling. And without even really meaning to, he squirms. He squirms and lets out a helpless little noise as his grip on Caesar's shoulder tightens enough that blunt nails are starting to dig. Joseph sucks in his lower lip, biting it again. But it's no use. That look in Caesar's eye and the curve of his smile are stuck in Joseph's mind and he knows it's going to be a while before he'll be able to not think about it and feel it all the way from the top of his head to his toes. Joseph squeezes his eyes shut tight, unsure if he's trying to shake the image away already or if he's just trying to focus on it more.]
[It shouldn't be this easy to drive him crazy. He thinks. Maybe. Maybe it doesn't matter. He doesn't know and he doesn't have the energy to put into thinking about it. So right now, it doesn't matter when he has to focus this much on remembering to take at least somewhat regular breaths of air.]
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[Nope. Nope, nope, nope.]
[Nope.]
[Nope, looking was a mistake. A great, beautiful, dizzying, and wonderful mistake, but holy shit that was a mistake. It's tough enough just feeling Caesar touch, kiss, and lick him. It's another to see him do it. To see him do it with that smile . . . Joseph wants to die. Only a little. Maybe that's weird. Maybe it isn't. But he wants to die a little because he doesn't think he can take Caesar looking at him like that with that handsome smile by itself let alone making eye contact with him while he's—]
[Joseph hisses a sharp curse and looks back up at the ceiling. And without even really meaning to, he squirms. He squirms and lets out a helpless little noise as his grip on Caesar's shoulder tightens enough that blunt nails are starting to dig. Joseph sucks in his lower lip, biting it again. But it's no use. That look in Caesar's eye and the curve of his smile are stuck in Joseph's mind and he knows it's going to be a while before he'll be able to not think about it and feel it all the way from the top of his head to his toes. Joseph squeezes his eyes shut tight, unsure if he's trying to shake the image away already or if he's just trying to focus on it more.]
[It shouldn't be this easy to drive him crazy. He thinks. Maybe. Maybe it doesn't matter. He doesn't know and he doesn't have the energy to put into thinking about it. So right now, it doesn't matter when he has to focus this much on remembering to take at least somewhat regular breaths of air.]