He hates himself right now, hates himself for doing this when Random is tired and he's crazy, but he can't stop himself starting to unbutton his shirt, unable to think of anything but the need for something real, something he can touch, something that doesn't feel bad. God I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I love you and I need this but I'm taking advantage and I'm so so so sorry... His hand starts running down Random's chest, over his stomach even as tears prick his eyes and he kisses him again, hoping he won't see. And hating himself. God how he hates himself.
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Date: 2005-10-07 11:34 pm (UTC)God I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I'm so sorry, I love you and I need this but I'm taking advantage and I'm so so so sorry...
His hand starts running down Random's chest, over his stomach even as tears prick his eyes and he kisses him again, hoping he won't see. And hating himself. God how he hates himself.