I want you, in every way. [F4M [soft] [that guy]

I know my letter hasn’t made it to you—my letter full of all the naughty, heathenish things I want  to do to/with/on you—but I have an addendum:

I want to pet your shoulders, wrap my forearms under your arms and up your back, hold onto you like a harness while you catch you breath. 

I want to play with your hair until you fall asleep on the couch with your head in my lap, watching Audrey live her dream Italian life. 

I want to sit like that for an hour after you drift off, and study all the bits of your relaxed face I never get to see anymore. 

I want to sit in your lap and shave you with a straight razor, like in Bond, and watch you nervously accept your fate and practice trusting me. I want to rub cream into your cheeks, mould them into funny faces, then take your life into my hands. Show you how I will never, ever let you get hurt. Follow the curves of your body which is somehow not just a gift to you but also, now, to me? Wrap a warm towel on your chin; douse you in oil. Kiss you until you lean all the way back onto the bathroom tiles, and have my way with you there. 

Just like that.

I want to bring you coffee in bed and snuggle back under the covers, wrap my arms around your chest, and count your heartbeats so slowly. 

I want to smell your unwashed hair and taste your toothpaste kisses.

I want to wear your t-shirt, and nothing else. All. Over. The flat. 

I want you to do all the things you promised. I want you to come home. I want to see the glint in your eye as I fetch you from the terminal, knowing the last promise you made was to drop your bag at the thresh hold and trap me against my door. I want to snuggle you on the Tube on the way to that. 

The heat doesn’t muffle my softness for you. 

I am so rarely like this. I want you to feel safe being soft. too—being pet and admired and cared for.

I want to stare at you while you read. I want to catch you watching me playing guitar quietly in the mornings when I can’t sleep. I want you to do the Hugh Grant from Notting Hill and come join me on the sofa in the middle of the night. 

I just want you, so many ways, every fucking minute of the day. 

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m63hyd/i_want_you_in_every_way_f4m_soft_that_guy