[That photo-- Koby very nearly just abandons his phone and goes striding purposefully down the hall, half-naked, to resolve that subtle rise of fabric himself.
But he's too intrigued by this new back and forth, written word, rather than spoken, like sending letters that arrive within seconds, instant gratification. So:]
Understood. But you can't touch yourself either. You always take care of me first, so if I'm imagining that, you wouldn't be using your hands anywhere but on me. Deal?
They'd need to be happy for me, I guess. Understand that it's Special. To me.
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But he's too intrigued by this new back and forth, written word, rather than spoken, like sending letters that arrive within seconds, instant gratification. So:]
Understood.
But you can't touch yourself either.
You always take care of me first, so if I'm imagining that, you wouldn't be using your hands anywhere but on me.
Deal?
They'd need to be happy for me, I guess.
Understand that it's
Special. To me.