[ He had gotten what he asked for. He moved and pulled on Ronald so that they were both lying in bed, and he returned those kisses with his own eagerness. His heart was pounding. This was what he wanted. It scared him, to think he would never have it again. He didn't know when he had gotten so deep into this. He had fallen for a man who also loved somebody else. Was that his destiny? To always be left wanting To have to share an existence with somebody else? It... hurt. ]
[ His fingers moved to clutch at Ron's shirt, as if it would keep him adhered in place so that he could never leave. His heart felt as if it ould give out on him. ]
[ But he kept kissing, almost desperate. He didn't know when he started rying in the middle of it all, but he did. He ingored the tears. He didn't want Ron to stop. ]
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[ His fingers moved to clutch at Ron's shirt, as if it would keep him adhered in place so that he could never leave. His heart felt as if it ould give out on him. ]
[ But he kept kissing, almost desperate. He didn't know when he started rying in the middle of it all, but he did. He ingored the tears. He didn't want Ron to stop. ]