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i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.