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He longs to be close to someone. Physical intimacy, arms wrapping around more tight and secure than a cord of chains and head tucked into their neck, deeply breathing in their smell as nothing in the world mattered but being in the embrace by his favourite person. While this want seems simple in words, the yearning stretched deeper than that. A deep, pitiless gaping hole that wept like an open wound. An intimacy that he had never experienced before or really knew the end of, that was what he wanted.
He’d imagine holding them so tight, for so long that time stood still and he fused with them until their minds were intertwined and every action that they made he would be privy to. Their scent would become his atmosphere, their body against his, a shell to his soul and their hands locked on his back and neck in a comforting embrace. He’d squeeze them so tight that he would not feel bone but rather soft putty and their chest became a heaving mess against his- feeling their heart hammer and reverberate against his own and their lungs expanding and contracting to the rhythm of his own like clockwork machinery.
Their hands- digging painfully into his numb back and head jerking from side to side while his own heavy skull remain embedded into the crook of their thinner neck, his eyes would be squeezed shut was the edges of his mask clipped and cut into his own face and theirs. His limbs would be like a pythons, wrapping tighter and tighter the more they moved- stop moving! Just stay still and hold me! Touch my hair, lean back in with your body and fill my gaps with yours like a puzzle- complete me!
Nothing else in the world would matter but the shaking body of them pressed into his like a comforting weight, heaving and vibrating with life, until they stilled into soft putty again.
He would hold unto them tighter, and not feel the hands that slacken against his taut back and how their form began feel more like the doll, with cotton and hay stuffing, instead of a warm human being.