[ Floyd isn't the only one overwhelmed. By touch, their hands clasped together, the feel of Floyd's skin under his, the movement of their hands together. The feeling of being so full in his lap, a burning heat that stretches out through his body.
Thinking straight is an impossibility. How is he meant to focus, to keep his own mind from running rampant, when he has everything he could ever want right here in front of him?
Floyd's really going to make him say it? ]
I-- I...
[ It's too much. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to steady his own breathing, trying to force his mind to stay on task here. To let him say, to let him respond in any tangible way, with his words instead of his body, instead of his actions. ]
I want to be yours.
[ Why else would he have suggested they look at books together, to try and figure out how 'human courting' worked? This wasn't how it was supposed to go, to confess these bubbling feelings that he hadn't even investigated on his own yet. No, he hadn't even been sure this was what he wanted until this very moment, as those feelings finally click into a place of understanding. ]
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Thinking straight is an impossibility. How is he meant to focus, to keep his own mind from running rampant, when he has everything he could ever want right here in front of him?
Floyd's really going to make him say it? ]
I-- I...
[ It's too much. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to steady his own breathing, trying to force his mind to stay on task here. To let him say, to let him respond in any tangible way, with his words instead of his body, instead of his actions. ]
I want to be yours.
[ Why else would he have suggested they look at books together, to try and figure out how 'human courting' worked? This wasn't how it was supposed to go, to confess these bubbling feelings that he hadn't even investigated on his own yet. No, he hadn't even been sure this was what he wanted until this very moment, as those feelings finally click into a place of understanding. ]