[yes, he thinks. yes, he does. to himself, he admits that he would make Danny all his if he let him. that he would stake a claim so deep that it would follow him from life to life, world to world, gravitational pull anchoring him back to Good Stab until the Backbone crumbles and the world turns in on itself. after that, too, maybe. sometimes he wonders if he already did in his last life.
he thinks: you don't know the depths of my selfishness.
his breath hitches a little, with the effort of answering, of thumbing his dick, of carefully shaping his voice into something normal. ] But you're not all mine, [he says, like a counter, in a drawl. ] Are you mine enough?
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he thinks: you don't know the depths of my selfishness.
his breath hitches a little, with the effort of answering, of thumbing his dick, of carefully shaping his voice into something normal. ] But you're not all mine, [he says, like a counter, in a drawl. ] Are you mine enough?