Love mends even the broken parts
Loren lay on his back, staring up at Frey. Panting slightly, he nodded at their words. When they finished, he sighed, and propped himself up on his elbows. "You're right, we have. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
Closing his eyes, he swallowed. "I just want to be touched. And to touch someone back. I'm lonely," he admitted in a whisper. Opening his eyes, he sought out their gaze. "I haven't been with anyone since Weaver died."
Although he laughed under his breath, there was no amusement in his eyes. "Touching myself isn't exactly the same." He bit his lip and glanced aside. "Unless there's something you can do to enhance the pleasure of my masturbation. Make it feel like there's someone there with me? Or give me one of those maps you were talking about so I do a better job?" His gaze flicked back to them.
Closing his eyes, he swallowed. "I just want to be touched. And to touch someone back. I'm lonely," he admitted in a whisper. Opening his eyes, he sought out their gaze. "I haven't been with anyone since Weaver died."
Although he laughed under his breath, there was no amusement in his eyes. "Touching myself isn't exactly the same." He bit his lip and glanced aside. "Unless there's something you can do to enhance the pleasure of my masturbation. Make it feel like there's someone there with me? Or give me one of those maps you were talking about so I do a better job?" His gaze flicked back to them.
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