there was nothing that he'd rather be doing that this. he had longed for it on lonely nights, fantasized about it on not so lonely nights. winston had always known exactly how to handle him, both inside and out of the bedroom, and he couldn't wait to be touched by him again, after all of this time. try as he might to feel guilt, he can't. when something feels this right, it can't be wrong. perhaps it was come later, once the pair had let go, but he wasn't focused on that now. all his thoughts were winston. all he cared about was winston. his fingers tangle within his shirt as he's led up the stairs, heart hammering just as violently within his chest as it had the first time. it didn't matter how often they laid together, how often he got to feel the other man deep inside of him, this anticipation, this hunger, this rush of nerves filled him, in a way that only winston made him feel. his brow cocks once he's on the bed, looking up at him with hopefilled, hungry eyes. it doesn't take long, before he's wrapping his limbs around him again, pulling him flush against him, pressing a deep, hungry kiss to his mouth. "i want you to fuck me hard, need your cock inside of me, win, please." he whispered against his mouth, "then i want to ride you. want to make you cum deep inside of me." he adds on, whining over the thought of it alone. "then i want to taste your cock. fuck, baby, i want everything. please."