#adam rambles

I need him to melt and become putty with a simple caress. This man has not known a soft touch in a long time. He’s so touch starved it hurts.

I need him to be in some sort of internal debate. Some emotional turmoil that just throws him for a loop. Then you come in and he just clings to you. You’re confused because he, this large man who could easily crush you, is just holding onto you like you’re a lifeline.

I need him to start kissing you, gentle pecks along your neck, soft praises and pleas for affection. “Stay with me” and “So good for me”

I need him to look up at you in a silent ask to let him undress you. He’ll do everything, please let him. He needs to know he can make you happy. That he’s good enough.

I need him to be so careful and take his time to prep you as he kisses every part of you. Not in a possessive way, although maybe a bit, but in a more intimate manner. He’d kiss you in that “You’re so fucking amazing” “‘m so lucky” “Too good for me” way

I need him to gently hold you, making sure that you feel good, that you’re comfortable, not that he doesn’t usually. Just a soft rocking, not even for the actual sex, but the intimacy of it all. The fact that you trust him enough is too good to be true in his mind.

Hozier is incredibly talented and he makes absolutely enchanting music. but he’s still just a human, singing about the beauty and the pain of being just a human.