[He said nothing more and wasn't going to stop him, he just felt like clearing that up. There was a difference between holding things in and letting them fester and just... not really caring that much about it.
And perhaps he felt a twinge of guilt.
No, a lot of guilt.
The person who should be here, trying to kiss him, wanting to fuck him, they were not here. Even if it would be bad, and not particularly enjoyable... he still missed him, he was committing yet another betrayal now.]
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[He said nothing more and wasn't going to stop him, he just felt like clearing that up. There was a difference between holding things in and letting them fester and just... not really caring that much about it.
And perhaps he felt a twinge of guilt.
No, a lot of guilt.
The person who should be here, trying to kiss him, wanting to fuck him, they were not here. Even if it would be bad, and not particularly enjoyable... he still missed him, he was committing yet another betrayal now.]