There are things he's never let himself be before; this level of possessive, this manner of I have you just as surely as you have me, and there's a reason for that. He's never trusted that side of himself, as much as he's come to realize that it's more prevalent than anything close to it. He can no more hide it than he can deny the kind of man he is, and for every sweet smile and soft touch there is an underlying firm hand, the set to his mouth that boasts I will not yield and it's only with Taylor that he can even come close to trusting himself that way.
He gives so much, so much of himself to the man before him, begging what he can in return, and Evan will always be the one to give it back to him. Every single bit of him, belonging more to him than he's ever belonged to himself. ( Though, he hasn't quite come to that realization quite yet … and if he's ever been the one to put the other man in his place, the place he wants to be in, it's a self-conscious realization. One that hasn't quite made its way to the surface. )
All Taylor has to do for him is be. Exist. And he'll give every bit of himself to him a thousand times over just to make him feel needed. Wanted. Cherished and loved where he is.
All I am belongs to you, just as you are mine in turn. How fucking true that is.
His hips roll upward, and he takes every bit of it, eyes sliding shut against the sensation of his cock thrusting deep. His throat flexes in another swallow, and he moans around the length of York's cock, slick and sweet and wanting every bit of what he's being given. ( Or, taking, as it may very well be. What he wants from this man, he will most certainly get. ) Everything that he wants to pretend he isn't – broken, weary, fractured and pulled apart, Evan gives him. He makes him whole, fixes those cracks and spiderweb fractures with the whispers of words he doesn't think he has any right to say aloud, with every pass of his lips and tongue, promises and prayers alike pressed into his skin and leaving their mark.
I love you is a thing he wants to say, I have you a thing he needs to convey – just so the other man knows just where he is, where he has to go whenever he feels the world crumbling beneath his feet.
The pad of his thumb traces over a full bottom lip, conveyance of his own that he understands. That he always has.
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He gives so much, so much of himself to the man before him, begging what he can in return, and Evan will always be the one to give it back to him. Every single bit of him, belonging more to him than he's ever belonged to himself. ( Though, he hasn't quite come to that realization quite yet … and if he's ever been the one to put the other man in his place, the place he wants to be in, it's a self-conscious realization. One that hasn't quite made its way to the surface. )
All Taylor has to do for him is be. Exist. And he'll give every bit of himself to him a thousand times over just to make him feel needed. Wanted. Cherished and loved where he is.
All I am belongs to you, just as you are mine in turn. How fucking true that is.
His hips roll upward, and he takes every bit of it, eyes sliding shut against the sensation of his cock thrusting deep. His throat flexes in another swallow, and he moans around the length of York's cock, slick and sweet and wanting every bit of what he's being given. ( Or, taking, as it may very well be. What he wants from this man, he will most certainly get. ) Everything that he wants to pretend he isn't – broken, weary, fractured and pulled apart, Evan gives him. He makes him whole, fixes those cracks and spiderweb fractures with the whispers of words he doesn't think he has any right to say aloud, with every pass of his lips and tongue, promises and prayers alike pressed into his skin and leaving their mark.
I love you is a thing he wants to say, I have you a thing he needs to convey – just so the other man knows just where he is, where he has to go whenever he feels the world crumbling beneath his feet.
The pad of his thumb traces over a full bottom lip, conveyance of his own that he understands. That he always has.