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Bruce looks small propped up against a collection of pillows. He says, “I was hoping you could top tonight? I thought we could try it for my first time” with such open, trusting eyes that Jim aches.
Jim cups his cheek and kisses him, sweet and slow to relax him. “Of course. Anything in particular you like?”
Bruce blinks, shy. “Actually, soft touches and gentleness? And nice words?” He flushes bright, then.
For Bruce, Jim is a gone man. “Sweetheart, I promise I will be gentle with you. And we’ll take things at your speed.”
For Bruce, Jim redefines softness.