[ ugh. this is where he feels almost like a dumb teenager again, stumbling all over himself because he's somehow tripped and ended up with the hottest guy on the whole planet in his bed and looking up at him like he'd give cloud everything.
he has to break off eye contact, eyes locked resolutely on the ceiling and face on fire. and some of the gruffness always comes out when he's shy, like a hedgehog prickling up its quills. ]
I told you already. That I wanted you to make love to me.
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he has to break off eye contact, eyes locked resolutely on the ceiling and face on fire. and some of the gruffness always comes out when he's shy, like a hedgehog prickling up its quills. ]
I told you already. That I wanted you to make love to me.