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Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"

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i’m just thinking abt hobie …

sitting on his lap, his big hands resting comfortably on your hips. he’s staring up at you, eyes a little low, maybe he’s just tired or maybe they’re tinted a little red as he’s coming down from a high. there’s a small smile on his lips as he watches your eyes run around his face.

“missed you today,” you tell him, voice low and airy like it usually gets when you want him.

his head tilts to the side a bit, he thrusts it out to try and get your gaze to meet his. it works. “yeah?”

you nod, teeth gnawing on your lower lip for a split second. “yeah.”

“what’d you do without me around here?” hes teasing now, looking for a certain answer. one you won’t give him without a little work.

“nothing. jus read a lot. did a little cleaning.”

his eyebrows furrow a bit. “really? that’s no fun.” his fingers start to play with the waistband of your shorts. “thought you said you missed me.”

“i did!” your voice goes up a little and a laugh slips through the words, one that has hobies smile growing.

“eh, i don’t think so. not from what you’re telling me.”

“well, i … you know,” his eyebrows lift to tell you to continue. “i thought about you. a lot.”

“you did?”

a nod from you and hobie figures that you’re not gonna say it yourself at this point.

“touched yourself while thinking about me?” hes so blunt with it, makes your body get hit a little but he’s not wrong. and you’re not a liar.

so you nod, trying to push away any bashfulness. “maybe. just a little.”

his hand has started to gravitate towards your inner thigh, finger tips pushing up beneath the hem of your shorts. you shift to give him more access, legs spreading further, hips pushing towards him. his head dips to the side of your neck, lips kissing their way up until he stops right below your ear lobe.

“hope you didn’t already get your fill.”

stop i started working on a script.