[He feels precious. On some level, that's terrifying. He doesn't remember feeling like this consistently before - not ever, and certainly not exactly like this, loved in the way that Joseph loves him. He's never had one person who wanted to be around him all the time, to touch him and hold him and tease him, and even the teasing is nice now, even that he's starting to understand the purpose of.]
[All the niceness in the world doesn't make it any less overwhelming, though. Joseph is framing him against the counter and he has to bite down on Joseph's lip just for something to hold onto - not rough, really, just a small, desperate movement of possession, something that says mine.]
[Bizarrely, absurdly, he thinks nice, and it makes him half-grin and kiss Joseph again, harder, his fingers creeping up under his shirt to trace the line of his spine.]
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[All the niceness in the world doesn't make it any less overwhelming, though. Joseph is framing him against the counter and he has to bite down on Joseph's lip just for something to hold onto - not rough, really, just a small, desperate movement of possession, something that says mine.]
[Bizarrely, absurdly, he thinks nice, and it makes him half-grin and kiss Joseph again, harder, his fingers creeping up under his shirt to trace the line of his spine.]