[ true poetry and an incredible line of dialogue. fortunately, it's pretty much lost on thomas. he's focused on the rock of jim's hips, the fullness he feels, the sensation of it, the pressure at the base of his spine. he loves this in a way that he'd been ashamed of, many decades ago. now, he owns that this is something he enjoys, something that makes his body come alive with pleasure and his mind shut down with it in equal measures.
his hips rise up to meet jim's, changing the angle a little, searching for more pleasure, hands scrambling across jim's shoulders, sliding into his hair, mindlessly touching. ]
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his hips rise up to meet jim's, changing the angle a little, searching for more pleasure, hands scrambling across jim's shoulders, sliding into his hair, mindlessly touching. ]