Just remember something, okay? And this is neither here nor there but it’s something I really want you to know. Not that I think you have much trouble with this, but let’s be clear: you don’t owe your parents anything if they don’t respect you. That’s bullshit, to be taught that just because they created you and made sure you didn’t roll over in your crib and die, you owe them anything. So what I’m saying is use him. Use him if you can, if he lets you. But then don’t think you ever have to look back if he doesn’t respect you.
Vee HoffmanStichwörter: parenting shingeki-no-kyojin fic-1994
Sobriety had happened at a strange time in my sex life, and maybe I wouldn’t have held onto it had it not been for both of the men involved in the transition. But sobriety made me realize, in lonely moments and long introspective jags, that while sex wasn’t the only thing that I was good at, it was still something I enjoyed. The difference was choosing the people I invited to the playground, so to speak. If Eren had been any less fired up than he was, pushing firmly and slowly into me, watching my face for silent cues while I pushed my head back into the bed, stretching my neck and growling, reacquainting myself with the feeling of being filled, it wouldn’t have been right.
But it was right. I’d chosen well. I almost laughed when he was completely inside of me and I got swept up in the truth of the matter, the reasonably overwhelming knowledge that yeah, this was something I might not fuck up. And god, I loved sex. God, I loved not having to feel like I was hiding inside of its fortress.
Stichwörter: love sex fanfiction gay-romance
But what feels better, after a taxing day that pushes you to the brink of the strong person seen by everyone but yourself, a day that reinforces your belief that you are, in fact, weak and incapable? What feels better in that moment than to be held, to be loved, to bare yourself to someone else and know you're accepted?
This is what I saw in Dominic's gaze as he stood before me, then – a single-minded, stalwart power behind his ever-deep eyes that said he needed more than words and perfunctory touches the likes of which most family members could just as easily provide.
I had never wanted someone like him, physically. But nor had I ever known someone like him, soulfully.
Vee HoffmanDominic, without saying a word, begged for everything physical and everything tender, the sins of the flesh tattooed on him though he had never known such things; or perhaps because he had not.
Vee HoffmanAm I hot?" He asked gently, voice only just breaking the silence. I jerked my head up, eyes open to look at him. I couldn't believe the question.
"Oh God, Dominic." I choked on the want that was balling in my throat, and blinked hard. "You're magnificent.
People are so different, so fascinating, each in his or her own specific world, waiting to crash into and effect another. Waiting to discover things about themselves, little details and preferences to build an identity out of. The secret identities are the finest, the most difficult to ever fully know. But the fulfillment is so intense, so beautiful. More puzzles, more individual pieces to fit.
Vee HoffmanStichwörter: people uniqueness fascination differences discovery-of-oneself
Michael's bed gave me a good night's sleep and a pleasant little cough of settling when I laid on it. I felt like it was familiar already.
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