“I—um—I want to go first. I don’t… I mean, do you want me to? Do you even want to fuck me? We can—” I’m shut up by his firm kiss as he drops all his weight on me, and I gasp when he rubs our lower halves together, feeling the hard ridge of him digging into my hip. “Blaine,” he rasps in disbelief. “Does it feel like I don’t want to?” I shake my head, lost to the sensations. “N–No.” “It’s just…” “What?” “Are you sure you want to do this…” he trails off and gulps, breaking our gaze to look just next to my head. “With me?” Damn, is that… No, it can’t be, but it looks so similar to insecurity.
