❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜
"I want to be gentle" he breathes out, moving in to gingerly kiss his cousin's forehead.
His hands run all over the little man's body, finger tips going where lips longed to be. So slowly, like moving too quickly may shatter him the ox moved, his eyes squinting closed as if the pleasure of his company was too much for him to bear. "God." He gasps, clutching Miji closer.
Shives ran down his spin as the memory of going black tickled the back of his mind, bottled emotions bubbling up. It was like an itch he could not scratch a urge that grew in his belly knotting and tangling itself tight until it snapped.
“You need to take better care.” NO. I need to take better care of you.