Angel, angel what have I done....
he stares at him, at those yellow eyes and manic grin. His breath hitches, his body trembles. Someone else would mistake this for sexual anticipation but he knows better, knows his body and knows his mind.
Yes, this is need but not for sex, for something more, something that this man can possibly give him.
"Take me back," he says in almost a whisper. "Please? I need to go back there. I'm not meant for this place. It's boring, it's so boring I can't stand it. Take me back." he's pleading and he doesn't care, doesn't have shame over it.
If he can go back to where he belongs, that's all that matters, that's all that ever mattered.
Yes, this is need but not for sex, for something more, something that this man can possibly give him.
"Take me back," he says in almost a whisper. "Please? I need to go back there. I'm not meant for this place. It's boring, it's so boring I can't stand it. Take me back." he's pleading and he doesn't care, doesn't have shame over it.
If he can go back to where he belongs, that's all that matters, that's all that ever mattered.