(you know it'll never be a love story)
it hurts, but it's not unfamiliar; you wait it out, and like the rain that follows the mist the first sparks of pleasure catch. when the fire holds you are already in position, long fingers burning white spots onto his shoulder, splotchy and uneven.
you will
"oh babe," he groans, "oh baby oh baby oh baby," and
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