He sighs, and moves back. Sits back, really, as soon as his clothes are back on. "Make up your Satan-blessed mind, Joseph. You can't have it every damned way."
His voice is dark, but there's a raw sort of tenderness there, too. "I'm here now, aren't I?"
"All I want is everything," he says, watching Nick cover up. Kavinsky makes no move to do the same. His arousal flags, and he knows it will fade if he lets it. It's difficult while looking at Nick, but not impossible. Especially not given the weight of the conversation. "Always been that simple."
He wants to swallow the tenderness in Nick's voice. He wants to wrap it around his bones and carry it with him.
"You're here now," he echoes. "That does mean something to me."
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His voice is dark, but there's a raw sort of tenderness there, too. "I'm here now, aren't I?"
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He wants to swallow the tenderness in Nick's voice. He wants to wrap it around his bones and carry it with him.
"You're here now," he echoes. "That does mean something to me."