[They've been patient their entire lives. They've lived with not quite enough, with too little time and too great a need, with finding sufficient satisfaction from nights that still left an ache.
It's such a blessing, being allowed to linger here with Thomas still warm and close--with the easy promise of more at their own pace.]
Bed. [He's still breathless. The throb in his entire being is still pitching slowly downward, coming back under control. Still, William is entirely certain it won't take terribly long to be ready again if they keep up this lovely tangling together.] Now.
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It's such a blessing, being allowed to linger here with Thomas still warm and close--with the easy promise of more at their own pace.]
Bed. [He's still breathless. The throb in his entire being is still pitching slowly downward, coming back under control. Still, William is entirely certain it won't take terribly long to be ready again if they keep up this lovely tangling together.] Now.
[There's no rush, but there's need.]