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Speaking this in terms both apart from literal and, aye, as well literal as can be

Fuck. Me.

Worth it indeed, I say in full fledged confidence and with my self set alight. That’s my skin burning that’s my skin crying for your touch, that’s my senses running wildfire, that’s me losing strength to stand the next hour or more.

Goes without saying, likely, that’s my everything sent compromised and aching.

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Twelve days, and whatever count beyond. And when the day comes, aye, do this for me, Talik. With me, held precisely as you say.

Happens my legs ache for wrapping around you. Happens my thighs ache for you and every touch you’ve got for your Vevay. Take my hands in yours, aye, do, raise me, and you’ll hear a rising dawn’s sun put upon your name.

All I ask’s my lips freed long enough to keen for my Talik, let the skies known precisely what’d undone me, let my lungs burn with my l moj ukochany.

Aye and before, after, I ask my hands freed long enough to see to their finesse. Hands and all my being, ey, small a man as I am, you’ll find the way I curl around you, fill your senses all with Vevay. Strong a man as you are, I’ll set you weak kneed and reft of breath, far flung from your senses.

Take that as avowal and promise, both.

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Give your Vevay a moment, ey Talik? I’ll get to the rest of your message and the rest of the wonder of a man you are, much as I can put to words anyrate, but fuck if I don’t need a breath just now.

A breath. Bit of release.

Goes without saying it’s your hand I’ll envision, with my back against the wall.