[ he's finding it difficult to form words when everything feels so overwhelming, and instead of a promise there's another breathless moan leaving his lips.
He's perfectly content in letting Emet set up the pace with his other hands, and he brings one of his own to the back of his head, running through his hair as he gasps and moves into his touch ]
As if I'd ever want to leave. I promise — you won't get rid of me so easily, my moon and stars.
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He's perfectly content in letting Emet set up the pace with his other hands, and he brings one of his own to the back of his head, running through his hair as he gasps and moves into his touch ]