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And Dodo's got my vote for ambassadorship. Friendly lass that she is, happens she'll bring even the snippiest lads to her side and show there's joy in life yet. Might even befriend a hare or two! Or fish if she's one for water, and aye, beck's a brook that's so.
I'd like showing you all that, Talik. The crayfish and my home. Can take you to the very alley in which that incident occurred, maybe take a pic and send it off to Sen.
Like to take you into Harrogate around a rehearsal, introduce you to everyone's heard your name and been remarking on the swoonings of one Nova Vayne.
Here, and if you'll not call me down from the sky, then do, my Talik, do ask a repeat or anything that'd help and I'll pull you up again beside me. I flourish in the sky, truth, but you see I'm best of all with my Talik beside me, and truth is you belong up above yourself, brilliant as you are.
[ ... ]
Last thing for now. Regarding that view from behind
My promise to you’s it’s even more stunning in person. c; c; c; 🍑
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One thing more about this matter: anything I do to beat back what I've learned, I do because I want better for my son. What if he's like you, what if he knows himself to be a girl?
This is my child; he (or any pronoun) shouldn't be afraid to tell me these things. I never want Sergiy to think I would reject him for anything he feels.
That fear is a [...] stain inside me. I call it this because - eh, like a stain on the floor. It prevents nothing, but you see it every day. You know some value is lost. I don't want to place such a stain on him.
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I think of it now, and I'll tell you this, Vevay: you are a second reason to "beat back" this belief of myself. Just as I wouldn't want to teach it to Sergiy, I don't want it to interfere with anything I have with you.
I never want you to think I'm not proud of you because of shame for myself.
I can't promise you no struggle - but also, I can't promise myself there will be any struggle at all. I see your messages and everything else falls away.
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In this video, I mean to say.
[...] Binding is [...] wrapping your torso, correct?
No, I can't tell even now that I know.
You look like an attractive boy. Too young for me, but beginning to be handsome. It means something that I think this of you; it's how I feel to look at most men this age. Young, attractive, but much too young. Someday they'll be appealing.
I prefer to be with people nearer to my age. I'm uncomfortable with imbalanced power dynamics. Also, I have a child. I don't want to date with one.
[...]
Anyhow, I was right! You grew up into a handsome man - who hopefully hits no one else with chairs.
[...]
Kev is a soulless one, eh, taking a downed man's cigarette.
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I've seen a photo. I can imagine very well how it looks.
And feels.
[...]
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But if you wanted to make a case to me now, I could say I don't believe you.
You could show m
It isn't your most attractive physical quality for me, but it's a close in second. Hips in third. c:
Your eyes are best, Vevay. Captivating, you know this, don't you? I see them in your picture and forget what I was thinking.
[...]
Right now, though, they aren't helping me. You spoke it, so it's in my mind that I'll see the 'view' in person, and that it will be stunning.
Perfect velvet.
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Like a bit of gray or/and more than a bit on a person, that’s not changed. Like the look of someone wears their age well. Guess what’s changed there is there’s no need looking much above myself to find those qualities, hey?
I’d say my sphere of interest’s not changed, that being attractions to anyone among the wide world of genders, pansexuality being where I found myself. But see thing is Talik there has been a change. Got myself a sure and focused interest formed. Got one person in my sights and in my dreamings, one person sets my aflame, and see this particular person’s a man, he’s Ukrainian, wears his age right fuckin well, and he’s got arms to die for, eyes speaking depths and warmth stops my own heart smitten.
I wonder who it is I’m speaking of hM 🤔
I wonder if he’ll get a hands on feel for the view himself in eleven day’s time 🤔
c;
Nah, the only wonder is the man himself, and how you knock me silly every turn around the bend. 🥹🧡
On which note. Talik! There you went knocking my knees out from under me again, that last message of yours, that last line, you’ll have your Vevay flat on the floor
moaning your name for want of youWere I a less mindful boyfriend, I might suggest to you some things that you might do to that velvet and how it’ll turn alight with your touch, or how that velvet’s waiting for its tender trampling.
Eh, well. Berlin’s not so far off, that right? I’ll get you once you’ve landed. Or while my Talik’s up in the air. Give you something to carry you on to that hotel. c;
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The rest you’ve said there though. How you think about Sergiy and building up support ahead of time, setting space for the person he’ll be whatever transpires. Opening your own self to all, just, ah fuck me, putting what you can in Sergiy’s favour, and in the favour of any child you’ll have.
Fucking knew already you’re and you’ll be the best of fathers. Heartens me knowing there’re men like you and love like yours.
Well, correction there, because as I’ve said there’s no man nor being like yourself. Christ but I admire you, and truth’s I’d do so even if I didn’t also hold all these other feelings, spoke and unspoke alike, for yourself.
You’re a good man, Vitaly. Won’t let anyone tell you different. We’ve all of us our flaws and fucks up, aye, but questions how a body carries on, what’s striven for. You show yourself unending ways, and your compassion, that responsibility of yours speaks through it all.
And your children, all of em, will know how true you love them.
I’d like you knowing that breadth and depth of love yourself. I’ve a good feeling you’ll have that knowing yet. Trust your Vevay on this one, hey? Got privileges to inside info. c: 🧡
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[ … ]
Helps that for all biology fucked me at the start, I lucked out a few ways aided in showing myself as the boy I was. Helped I had mates and their support, even if we did time to time knock each other flat. (Ey, there’s the other thing for keepin in mind about Sen! Might not’ve been with chairs, but there’s wasn’t one of us didn’t take some manner of belting. Comes from having chuff-all to do and hittin the substances harder’n not.) Didn’t change my being wary about one thing or another or that I’d get eyes on me casting doubts, but fuck’d any of them know.
Nothing like you know, is what. Aye, but who could’ve listened for Vevay like his Talik?
Who else is it I’d hear without an ounce of doubt?
Fuck, the change it’d’ve been knowing you then, if you could’ve been aroundThanks, Talik. From myself now, and myself back then as well. It’s a hell of a man balms old hurts whilst making all that’s present shine.
Well. Happens I’ve got a hell of a boyfriend. 🧡
And.
Happens you’ve got a right handsome one yourself. c;
Who can’t go making too many promises on the chair v no chair front. Here, fair’s fair, I won’t go knocking anyone with chairs if no fuck gives me reason.
Also, fair spotting to yourself re Kev, his claim was he sold his soul off sometime during primary school. Story goes he nicked it back since, though those of us know his recent doings’d dispute the claim. Bastard took himself to playing thrice fucked landlord over in Leeds, shite properties and all. I get needing to support oneself but fuck me there’re better ways.
Eh. Should’ve seen it coming when he snagged that cig from Senan. Fuckin wanker. :/
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I admit I do like how you're fussing over me, saying I'm a good man who makes you proud. It feels nice. It makes me want to achieve this quality - to meet your vision of me. But Vevay, it seems to me like the minimum of how a man should be, loving my son enough to wish him a better life than my own. Isn't this what all parents should want for their children?
Well, perhaps you'll say to me that not many put that want into practice. That might be true. But Vevay, perhaps people who don't want better for their children shouldn't have them.
I don't understand how someone could have a child and not want the best in the world for them.
[...]
This is no condemnation of my father, by the way. It was the culture, not my father. He's [...] disagreeable sometimes, but it's [...] like Senan. Without the complaints, of course. He prefers to sit and make the room cold.
Well, it's because he's a businessman. Keeping quiet and ignoring makes people nervous.
But he raised us without enclosure. Without rules to say what we had to be because our culture says so. It wasn't encouragement, but still, I think it was better than he knew as a child.
Maybe Sergiy will do better than I have, with his children - and so it will go.
[...]
Maybe Sergiy will have you to teach him joy and simplicity. [...] And optimism.
Too often, I'm a pessimist. Eh, a catastrophist sometimes.
God knows Madeline isn't optimistic, either.I'd like him to learn to see things positively.
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[...]
I'm afraid I won't be going after all. I found out this morning after I read your message, so you can imagine how a catastrophist would respond when he's shaken from "Only one more day and I'll have silence - and howling - with Vevay in Berlin" to "Fuck."
But it's good news.
My parents seems to have miraculously changed their minds about New York. This sudden reversal couldn't have had anything to do with knowing I might have custody of Sergiy, or that I plan to live with him there.
Even if my mother noted that I'll be more likely to have favor from a judge if I have a community that isn't just Darius and Senan, or a boyfriend she has never met.
This might have been a hint, but at the moment, I'm not in the mood for hinting. She can meet you after I do.
[...]
All of this is to say I'll be in Kyiv for a week to help pack their things. At least they'll be stored somewhere safe in Odesa, assuming a horde of enthusiastic Russians doesn't -
You see? Catastrophizing.
[...]
At least I'll be busy. Maybe I'll be too tired to think about trampling anything.
Although I might never be tired enough to ignore the thought of you, waiting for me.
It's only fair to say I'm waiting for you, as well, коханий. I shiver with the thought of you and lie restless in my bed, longing to feel you against me.
Miserably aching for the grip of you around me.
[...]
I need you, Nova, with body and heart - in every possible way.
And every possible position.
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[...]
But back to this other thing I was saying.
So.
How's the floor?
c:
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Eh or would be were it not for the old shoe pump. Rising in spirit, say it like that, while there’s velvet longing for that heady grip.
[ A picture follows: A selfie taken of Nova, very clearly laid out on the floor. His hair’s mussed and the collar of his shirt’s disarrayed, very much as if he’s been taken down by a sudden storm! His skin’s slightly flush and his eyes are wide and pleading, lips set in an exaggerated pout. ]
See what you do to your Vevay? Floor’s nice enough and I won’t say otherwise, but here I am all downed and not an ounce of strength to stand on, only wishing my Talik were here to pick me up. 🥺
All those positions to dream of and I’ve only got the floor? Ah Talik, it ain’t right!!
[ A second picture: Same position as before, but the pout’s become a puckish smile and Nova’s winking at the camera. In this picture, Nova also holds his finger and thumb together in a mini heart. ]
Spose I’ll content myself thinking on those tramplings ahead. I’m all right with burning a while, just as well as rendered unto jelly on the floor, and even were I less a patient man, I’ve suspicions every minute’s waiting’ll be worth its wait ten fold and more.
Happen I’ll think how it’d be to crawl into your bed. Ease away a little of that shiver. Got several grips for you, that’s so. Got lips to press upon you, seek against you warmth.
Resourceful Vevay, I’ve got all manner of ways for taking care of my Talik, hey? >;3 🧡
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No small work when optimism’s his way either, by my guess’d be it don’t weight the same.
Here, between the pair of us, we’ll give Sergiy eminently balanced viewpoints and options for viewing. I’d like to bring him joy and tools for its seeking, as I’d like to do the same for you. 🧡 Figure I’m up for the task, much optimism as I’ve got in store, and much feeling as I’ve got for you, and for children living in this world with its fangs to spare.
We’ll show him it ain’t so rotten, existing. Show him there’s love and he’ll always have it, aye?
Aye. 🧡Thing I’ve got in stores alongside optimism’s love, after all. Love eh, what’s the fucking word, multifoliate, love like blossoming in varied forms, and love that’s sought its cornerstone, the heart it’s made for, heart it’s found.
Likely there’s no surprise my agreement’s with you regarding those who ought not go bringing children to the world, meaning those who’ve no interest in what the kids’ll be and find for themselves. Those who
Fucked thing is there are plenty do just that. Taking kids as their mirrors in miniature or else as trophies, eh, little checkmarks chalked up among life’s vaunted achievements.
Your poor Sergiy. My poor Nicky and Liza. FuckIt’s unconscionable, is what it is. Cramping what’s human into something less than and cutting possibility at its ankles. Plenty can’t or else won’t look beyond the bounds of their selves, taking their own image as the be all end all so what’s it matter what their own kid wants, hey?
Fucking. Unconscionable.
Which is confirming in part you caught my argument at the pass, saying there are plenty of parents don’t put a better life for their kids as foremost, if they consider the lives of those same kids at all.
[ … ]
Getting radged, I am. Ain’t an anger I’d discard and it’s nothing does me harm. Best to see the shite for what it is. Optimistic I may be and optimistic I am, but that don’t mean excusing the more rancid of realities, nor turning eyes away from em.
And point is, I see and know there’s no cell in you’d put that caging in on anyone, least of all your child, your someday maybe children. Point it, it means worlds to find that’s clear in you, and says worlds about the man you are.
[ … ]
And then, far as I see it, any git goes mucking with their child’s existence deserves a chair drove sharply to the spine, and more beyond.
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All the cause I’ve got for swooning these days, and drifting dafter still than’s my usual.
Here’s further cause for swooning, your taking no opposition to my fretting. See, I’ve got this for looking forward to as well, hovering about by Talik, making sure he’s well as can be, getting joys and pleasures where he can (which’ll be no small where, tell you that for free and now). Telling him all about the beauty that he is.
Aye, this future and this now pleases me real right.
And best you accept that fussing now, as there’ll be no chasing it off. c; What’d I say, hey? Your Vevay has his sticking points and stubbornnesses!
A fact for yourself, a truth I’d like you keeping in your knowing
I know you equal to and better still beyond the vision I hold of you. Eh, don’t go thinking I’ve no room for what’d be called shortcomings or else flaws in what I see. Likesaid, that’s all wrapped up in being human, and I’ve no fault to bring upon it. What matters is what’s at the heart of you and where you put your acting. What matters’s how you reach ahead and upward, and Talik, my Talik, you’re a man to reach among the stars.
Well, don’t I know it? And ain’t I better for it? 🥹🧡
Here but! Talik!!
T a l i i i k!!!
If there’s no Berlin to be, how’m I to torment you? 🥺How’s a twink to bat back to his trampler what sends me straight to the floor, knowin you’ve no recourse and no means of relief save a shower, and that only if he can catch the warm water? 🥺 How’m I to keep all this teasing to myself and go without a word on what the velvet wants?? 🥺🥺🥺
What Vevay’s velvet wants?? 🥺🧡🧡
Eh, I suspect I’l survive. More waiting makes the velvet eager and eagerer still, right?
And then I wager we’ll make up for all this waiting yet, no fretting for it c;
Aye but no fuckin jesting, they’re taking the move? Guess if there’s anything worth throwing off Berlin (🥺!!!) (c; c; c;) it’s that, and can’t say it isn’t good for hearing. Sergiy having his grandparents near at hand, them that seem to love the lad as well, there’s naught but good in that.
Seems to me the future and its likeliest paths're growing bright every moment.
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[...]
"Prole pole." 🤣🤣🤣
[...]
Second, "the old shoe pump": Vevay, [...] seize the means of production.
Last, I'm not saying I align ideologically with Marx or enjoy being compared to the bourgeoisie, but if anyone is going to fuck the proletariat...
[ Following this text is a meme: a portrait of Karl Marx with photoshopped, glowing red eyes. Across the top, it reads "Marxism intensifies". ]
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Maybe it can be a night when our ch[...]
It would be a conversation better discussed on a night when our children are asleep in our home. I think [...] holding my Vevay close would make it much easier to endure such thoughts. It's very personal right now [...] for both of us. Very immediate.
So, instead, let me answer this: Nova, you torment me constantly. You don't have to say a word; the right thoughts of you leave me frenzied and helpless. I want so much to be with you-
This is worth the wait it imposes, true, but it doesn't make the wait any easier to bear.
Neither does the thought of eager, wanting velvet, not only because of what it does to me, but because I dislike thinking of you wanting for anything. You should be on the floor in satisfaction, not need.
Nova, when I'm with you, I promise you won't want for anything.
[...]
I'll confess something to you to apologize for staying in Ukraine, eh?
I don't like to go into a situation without an idea of how [...] the land is?
[...] [...]
The 'lay of the land'.
A man like you is just a little different from other men I've known. Different from anyone I've known, in many wonderful ways. This is only a small one.
[...]
Well. You don't have the same internal pleasures. I can't rely on knowing how to touch you in familiar places, isn't that so? This doesn't make you anything other than a man, but [...] if I want to meet you where you live, I shouldn't be in the wrong city, do you see how I mean?
It's exasperating to know someone isn't within twenty miles of where they should be, if even they know how to drive. We've all known someone like this.
I'm reading as much as I can, Vevay, so I can be on the correct street for you.
[...]
If you have some driving directions to
showgiveshow me, it's not torment, is it? It's education.💙💙💙💙
Who knows. Maybe I'll learn something new for us both.
[...]
I'm keeping this photo of you. Both of the photos, but the first one [...]
Do you ever feel your mouth go dry - and maybe as though it's too empty and needs to be filled?
I feel like the man in the first photo could help me with that problem.
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Lucky I’ve waited, hey? Seeing as I think you’ve found the perfect match, and then yours is the perfect hand to wrap around the Prole Pole, do a little seizing of yr own. c;
Ey ey, Talik, rise to join the proletariat and give us a hand with those means and then, as they say, come on in 🥴
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[ … ]
Count on that, aye. On us having that conversation. On all those circumstances being made to rights.
Eh, but add gin to the list there with vodka and wine for your Vevay, would you please and kindly? c: There’s the Brit in me speaking out, don’t care a whit for tea, but you can catch a good many Vevays with a good drink of gin, that’s so.
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It’s not many’d go to the trouble researching ahead of things, where ‘things’ means collisions and sparks like fire turned wild.
Worth saying I believe in full there’s much you’ll discover. Happen I might just do the same for you, aye? That’s my aim named and set upon, at any rate. Finding just what thrills my Talik, even if he’s not guessed it hisself. And as I’ve said and you yourself observed, got skill to these hands of mine. I’ve got a new art for learning, and naught but eagerness to its pursuit.
Ey, but the question or the half spoke question’s there for you as well, Talik. What’s it you like, and where do you take your thrills? Anatomy having its basics and all and myself being familiar enough with the general ins and outs of dick and prostate etc., is there anything you’d like specific for yourself?
For your Vevay [ … ]
Thing about driving’s I’ll be there to guide a hand.
Think about driving, just as well, is I get the sense you’ll catch onto what strikes me most with fire.
Well and then. Thing about the way surgeries worked out for me is there’s a fair share of excitation to be drawn up from my dick. Eh, way it works, what I was born with’s been buried and joined to what I’ve got now. Stroke me and you’ll hear it for yourself, the way your Vevay shivers, sounds you’ll glean from out my lungs.
Fact is I like that, the stroking at the cock I always should’ve had. Feels [ … ] natural, like? Affirming, idk, but it gets to me, that touch to my prole pole if you will, anywhere at all, leading to my my own arousal.
Fact is as well it’s all still [ … ] newer than not, meaning I’ve spent more years sans dick than with and full sensing’s only come about recent times, so there’s still a world for mapping out.
Point being where I’m at now, where I’ve come to be, ain’t so far afield from what you’d get to with a bloke speaking generally. Got extra steps with the pump and all, but nah, I’ve faith in you, my Talik. You take the wheel and you’ll do better, aye far far better I wager, than fine. 🥴🧡
Nay, there’s naught I’ll want for with my Talik, not in the least or any aspect. I’m sure on that. 🥴
Sure about so much with you, my boyfriend. 🧡
All that spoken, bears repeating there’s meaning in your reading on your own. Bears saying in specific it means a lot to me.
I’m a lucky bastard of a Vevay, and I know it. 🥹🧡
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[...]
Do you know how it thrills me that I, of all the men in the world, might be the one to learn your body's pleasures with you?
How it humbles me, as well. I'll continue to read, but follow your words first; if feeling my hand stroking you helps you know the man you are, it's a moral obligation, isn't that so? You should know yourself a man every moment of the day, коханий, and any time you feel doubt, please, let me remind you.
[...]
But I have two hands. I wonder if 'burial' of sensitive nerve endings means 'inaccessible'. How fortunate, to be a man with a sensitivity at the root of his cock. It must feel exquisite when your lover sucks the length of you and brushes just there with fingertips.
You ask what I like.
I like to find every way to bring my lover their relief. I like the sound of moans, Vevay, and I want to hear yours; I want to feel you sweating and shuddering against me. коханий, if I can grip your hands behind your back, tease those buried nerves and make you buck for the work of my tongue along your cock, there's my pleasure.
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This isn't what you're asking of me, though. I know, I [...] understand what you mean.
Is it any surprise if I say I don't know what to like of a touch? I know some acts I enjoy; I've spoken them to you before - and just now. Restraining hands. Oral sex. Fucking slowly, forcefully.
[...]
I haven'tI haven't been [...] sexually active with anyone in some time, and it's been longer still since sex was intimate.
Or fun....Or fun.
Before I married, my partner was [...] [...] not invested in learning what I enjoy.
Eh, so I found other things to like - and I like those things very much. I could worship your body for hours, Vevay. If you let me, I'd try to spark you wild over and again before I've found my own relief. I'd have the echoes of my Nova's cries chasing me to brilliance.
💙 Please? 💙
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‘Please’ says he, with words turning these nerves alight and sending stars shot through my eyes.
‘Hours’ he says, and don’t I take that for truth beyond doubting, and isn’t it my breath cut from my lungs as laughter, aye call it blissed anticipation?
How many moans how many cries is it you’d guess an hour holds Talik, and then how many shivered up through hours pluralized and gloried?
Happen you’ll find it out yourself. Numbers beyond counting, that’s my guess. Melted as I am before I’ve ever felt your touch
Ah, Talik.
‘Please’ll be a word you hear yourself from Vevay, gone delirious in your hand and on your tongue. And in your hands, aye, and there’s no others I’d take for my keeping, nor those strokes and those caresses reaching to my sensitivities
‘Please’ I’ll be begging you, unquenchable and burning, aye, your Vevay’s resilient and who’m I to shirk off pleasure spelt and spent across the hours?
Who’m I to deny my Talik when he asks so beautifully this ‘please’?
Who’d I be to deny my Talik anything at all, and here his heart runs blood’s racing beat to beat with mine
Aye, Talik, I want those hours and all you have to bring me.
Caveat’s I’ll need those same hours for worship of yourself. Hours for taking you to taste and touch, to my lips til we’ve begun to tease out what sets my Talik frantic and what turns him melting, hisself. All those touches you’ve lacked and those enjoyments unexplored we’ll make up for countless times over, hey?
Caveat’s as well [ … ] I’ll hear naught about leaving my Talik to seek his own relief. Eh, not meaning masturbation, that’s up to every man’s discretion and wish,
and then if getting off yourself in bed’s a pleasure to you that’s another story, but then I don’t think that’s what you’re meaningbut when it’s you and I together, your Vevay’s not about to let his Talik take on all the work, nor to leave you from my care and ministrations.D’you think I’d deprive myself the pleasure of my own worshipping of you, or of being the touch brings you to crescendo and peak?
There’ll be no time you’re left fending for yourself. …Save if you knock your Vevay straight out of functionality with that tongue. c; Well and even there, I’d bring myself back into consciousness for sake of bringing you to light.
[ … ]
It’s well fucked, what you’ve been denied and never given. [ … ] I allow it might be that’s discussion for another day as well, but it bears speaking over and again.
Eh. Speaking, and then soon as I can, showing and seeking after all that burns my Talik.
See, the trick is from here on out, you yourself’ll be well fucked and better than well fucked, speaking to the pleasure in its meaning. Speaking also to sex that’s grown from fun and intimacy both, and always.
Speaking to a life of love and learning one another. There’s much for finding, ey Talik? And here’s me, I’ll be honoured just to touch you. Honoured deeper still to bring you every brush of moaning shivers, of stars and shattering cataclysm in my means. 🧡🧡
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Why not be knocked to the bed instead of the floor? I'm not alone, but you are, isn't that so? You could take a moment and think of my tongue. Maybe once you've given it serious consideration, you'll be well enough to stand, eh?
My poor Nova.
It's all right, Vevay. If I make you feel weak at the knees, it won't matter when we're together. You won't be standing.
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For me -
I wouldn't say I was denied anything. I don't ask.
[...] I feel I should have some shame about this, and about how long I've gone without, but truly, it isn't troubling to me.
I try to appreciate the good things I have. It's the wishing for what I lack that sends me into despairing places. If I can't achieve what I want as a man, if I can't be better today than yesterday, what right do I have to ask for more than I'm given?
Well. Less philosophical and more practical: why should I ask for something from a lover if they don't feel the desire to offer it? Perhaps they dislike whatever I might want. Perhaps I should be honored someone shares their body so intimately with me.
[...]
Perhaps I don't want to beg that way.
How you speak of pleading is the way I prefer: to complete the act, not to begin it.
Well. Nevermind.
I don't ask because of other reasons. I like to spoil my lover - I like to have a lover who wants this. There's a way of saying this in English, what is -
"Pillow princess."
Pillow prince.
[...]
I think this might be synonymous with 'twink'. Lucky, lucky me. 💙🥴
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I'm not ignoring all you've said. It's simply - or not simply - arousing, and I am in a panel truck with my brother. You see my dilemma.
But, much of it speaks to longings I have for [...] someone who can be spoiled and also generous. It claws at my heart and lungs. I want so much to be beside you (on the floor, but preferably on the bed.) I want to know every inch of you.
And yes, Vevay, I want to be known by you in fun and intimacy both.
That time isn't so far away.
Right now, I want you to take a moment for yourself. My hands, my heart, my tongue and thoughts are yours. My deepest desire is you. Please, if it isn't begging to ask: touch yourself, коханий, and think of me. Cry out for me.
This thought of you would keep me warm in the lonely days ahead.
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and into hischrist aliveand into his arms?But then and here’s the quandary, my Talik’s asking me to find that bed and who’m I to argue??
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Here I’ll see what I can manage, think on my Talik and the moment waiting soon as I can make it to the bed, a touch visioned as my Talik’s own and aye, your name writ in my cries. That’s what’ll get me toward bed or at least up on the sofa, that thinking what’s waiting. A moment for myself, but not bereft of you. Nah, it’s the thought and image of my boyfriend, echo of his voice caught from those vids, that’ll lead me on the the ecstatic.
Couldn’t do it without you, Talik, or it’d be a hollow shiver n release if I did, not so worth the effort.
My meaning’s I’ll touch myself, stroke myself slow, fervor increasing. Picturing it’s your own hand on me, guiding Vevay to the skies. Picturing your lips against my neck, myself spread reeling and undone beneath you, pleasantly, gleefully pinned.
That’s the ticket, right there. 🥴🧡
Fair warning to yourself, I’ve got it in me to cry joy cry ecstasy with volume that ain’t insignificant. For if and when that day does find us. Ain’t much for shrieking, but it’s true I howl turned wild.
Meantime, lucky thing the landlady’s nigh on deaf ey? c; I’ve no mind for keeping quiet, even when my Talik’s distant, even when the thought of you’s reft of your present presence. It’s enough aye and better’n enough for the now.
Shame you’re in that panel truck, else I might return after taking that moment and lay out every detail I bring upon myself and in my imaging of you
Happen I might share the details later c;
Ey my generous lover, won’t deny I like a little care, nor say I’d not revel in it. Nor’d I claim twink’s so far removed that that you’re describing
Put otherwise aye, might be I’m a bit of that pillow prince.
Your pillow prince, long as I can shock my Talik into equal fun and fervor of his own. >;3
Long as your Vevay has hisself the honour of seeking every way of warming you, and seeing how weak I can send your own knees. Long as I’ve space for spinning my own generosities. 🥹🧡
Can’t say I’ve the strength for drawing you up entire into my arms, but I’ll be right there with you Talik, whispers and caresses and the utmost of attentive strokes
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Here, couple of things, right?
First’s to say there’s no shame going without for any span of time
and that goes tenfold when another party and their shite mongering scorn’s involved. Likesaid, had dry spells of my own. And then myself taken from the equation, seems you’ve had [ .. ] reason enough for your own eh absence out from screwing around or making love.Second thing, asking and pleading ain’t synonymous or don’t need to be. There’s naught amiss in speaking what it is you’d like, Talik, or/and it’d be my pleasure aiding yourself toward feeling comfortable in asking. For myself, the fact I’ve not thought up an act or acted on an impulse don’t mean I’d not welcome it. It’s only I’ve got limited eh hard drive in the mind and focus, aye? Well and there are spaces in imagination I've not seen myself yet, them having been off my map of conjuring
Your Vevay’s venturesome, count on that. c; Figure there’s little enough you could say that I’d balk against, and fact is that I’m down for giving most anything a try, long as it’s with you, long as it’s wound up in loving you 🧡
Think it this way too, you never know, might be what you ask winds up the newest thrill unthought for your Vevay, hey?
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Right and those points made and those points offered up
Here’s myself, gathering strength to reach either bed or couch. If you’ve heard naught further from me in the next two to three minutes, you’ll know what your Vevay’s up to, and who he’s thinking of.
Aye, give yourself two minutes, three minutes Talik, then give your fingertips a flex for Vevay, and think of me upon your touch. True we’re caught up distant by geography, but don’t mean we can’t find proximities all of our own, ey? 🥴🧡
Wish your Vevay luck and pleasure! c;
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I'm eager to hear your cries; I want to feel you draw the same from me. I can be quiet when it's necessary, but when I lose myself to my lover and the relief they give me, it's better not to worry if I'm heard.
Here, a truth for you, Vevay: nothing could draw me to my bliss faster than hearing you howl. You see why I like being generous? I can hear over and over what pleases me before it drags me with it.
Do you really want to be pinned beneath me? How, коханий? On your back, or on your knees? I'd like to look you in the eyes when I feel how you take me -
But this second way. On your knees, with hands behind your back and face against a pillow - gently, коханий! Comfortably - mostly, eh? Never more uncomfortable than fun.
But pinned this way - this isn't just for fucking; it's to keep you still while I taste perfect velvet.
Vevay, what makes you think it's my fingertips that want to know every inch of your body first?
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Your fingertips, though. I hope they're speaking for my tongue.
Do you howl when licked this way?
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Five minutes.
You must be busy. I hope so. Are you reading? Am I with you still, and do you long for me?
Slowly, Vevay. Go slowly. Touch where you imagine my tongue, and draw yourself to writhing.
Taste first, then fingertips, and think of what I could whisper to you. What I will, when I'm above you, pinning you, exploring your most intimate places.
How beautiful you are. How it feels to know you.
How I feel for you - with all of myself, body and soul; how my whole being belongs to you.
I want your howls to answer the words I'll give.
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Five minutes, and he reads Vitaly’s message—
And there’s another five minutes, ten minutes before a message is sent in return. ]
Ah, Talik
Talik Talik, my Vitaly
c h r i s t
🥴🧡
🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Ey just a minute ah shite
Made it to bed that’s for yr knowing
No getting back to myfeet a while
🥴🥴
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