There's a little voice in his head that's telling him that he doesn't deserve any of this. After all, he'd been the cowardly one to bolt away from Faraday when he should have been braver and stronger, tried to be with him without running away. And yet, Faraday is the one here, hands in his hair, calling him sweetheart and it makes his breath catch as he stares at him.
Nodding, he reaches for the slick and shifts to his back, digging his heel into the bedding to give himself leverage to start preparing himself.
With the posts, it almost creates an illusion of privacy, like there's no world outside of this area. It's exactly what he wants right now, because the only thing in the world that he's after is this. He keeps working his fingers inside of himself, his eyes never leaving Faraday. "Come touch me," he pleads, because he could say that he misses him again, but Faraday already knows this. "Joshua, please."
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Date: 2019-03-18 01:18 pm (UTC)Nodding, he reaches for the slick and shifts to his back, digging his heel into the bedding to give himself leverage to start preparing himself.
With the posts, it almost creates an illusion of privacy, like there's no world outside of this area. It's exactly what he wants right now, because the only thing in the world that he's after is this. He keeps working his fingers inside of himself, his eyes never leaving Faraday. "Come touch me," he pleads, because he could say that he misses him again, but Faraday already knows this. "Joshua, please."