“You’re perfect,” I croaked, forcing myself not to dig my fingers in and hold him tighter. “I want to touch you so much, Moth. If you still want me to.” He made a hoarse sound in his throat and finally pulled his arm away, his eyes tight when he looked at me. My chest ached at the weak, fearful hope I could see in his gaze. He licked his lips. “You… I want you to. If you want to.” I choked out a laugh and squeezed his hip before wrapping my hand around my cock. “Think it’s pretty obvious that I definitely want to.”
