I want to-- [his eyes wince, face coloring a bit with a bit of shame.] I really do. For you. I just...don't want to hurt you.
[pathetic. he feels pathetic saying it over and over, like Emery's some kind of glass figure, or he's some kind of graceless brute. it's not true! but his feelings are still laced with that dread that he'd do harm for the sake of his own satisfaction.
he bit him, after all. without telling him. he's still carrying that shame, even though he dreams of biting all over and fucking him senseless. but that'd hurt him, so it's bad. and he's wrong to think of it, even in sleep.]
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[pathetic. he feels pathetic saying it over and over, like Emery's some kind of glass figure, or he's some kind of graceless brute. it's not true! but his feelings are still laced with that dread that he'd do harm for the sake of his own satisfaction.
he bit him, after all. without telling him. he's still carrying that shame, even though he dreams of biting all over and fucking him senseless. but that'd hurt him, so it's bad. and he's wrong to think of it, even in sleep.]