But watching him in the throes of ecstasy? I live for that. The freedom to touch him, to please him. The privilege to love him.

bedlam.

cajoles.

reprovingly.

“I don’t need you to touch me because you feel bad, Gael.”

lascivious

It was fucking superficial, but it meant something to me.

the love and adoration they have for one another unmissable. Deacon looks at Julian like he’s the sun,

petulantly