"When you make love to me..." Herbert muses, spreading his fingers wide and twisting them to stretch Alfred further. His expressions softens to something a little more thoughtful. Quietly adoring.
"When you make love to me, everything in the universe narrows down to just us. To all the places our bodies meet. You become the only thing in the world that I could possibly be bothered to care about.
And you make me feel so -- so full. Physically, yes, but emotionally too. Like there's no space in me left for anything but you."
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Date: 2022-03-10 11:34 pm (UTC)"When you make love to me, everything in the universe narrows down to just us. To all the places our bodies meet. You become the only thing in the world that I could possibly be bothered to care about.
And you make me feel so -- so full. Physically, yes, but emotionally too. Like there's no space in me left for anything but you."