[ he focuses on pumping his fingers inside him, prepping carefully; his hand is brimming with heat, strokes measured and gradual. he kisses his jawline as if handling a creature forged from porcelain, liable to breaking from the pressure. ]
You’re good to people, but you don’t want people to be good to you.
[ he says it to his face— forehead brushing up against his, fingers sliding in and out, steady and consistent. ]
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You’re good to people, but you don’t want people to be good to you.
[ he says it to his face— forehead brushing up against his, fingers sliding in and out, steady and consistent. ]
Let me change that.