I want every fucking last bit of you. Your weird habits, the way you blush, the cleaning, and the goddamn stick up your ass. I want it all. I want…I want you to pick me like I pick you. I…” Never one for words but also not one to stutter, my throat closed up with a monumental truth that was afraid to come out. “I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours.” I wrapped my hand around his and the bottle of lube. “In here.” I tapped his head. “In here.” I tapped his heart. “And in here.” I ran my hand over his stiff dick. “All of you.”
