I wanna be soft as a single guitar note / I wanna be the one who’s so easy to hold

✿ᆞtoo sweetᆞ✿

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“Okay, uh—just so you know,” Lewis says, voice low, a little rough from the back of his throat. His hand is warm where it rests on your hip, not gripping, just... there. Anchoring.

“I’m not, like—new to or anything. But this? I haven’t done this.”
He looks up at you. His mouth is curved like he’s trying to smile but his eyes are wide, too honest to hide much.

“I’ve never had someone... be the one on top,” he adds, then laughs under his breath, cheeks flushed. “God, I sound like I’m in health class.”

You shift your weight just slightly, and his breath stutters. His hands twitch like he doesn’t know if he should hold you tighter or stay still.

“I’ve always been the one, y’know, leading,” he murmurs. “Pacing everything. Making sure it’s good for them. Never really stopped to think about what I wanted.”

Another laugh. Softer this time. He’s looking at you like he’s still not sure how this happened—like maybe he’ll blink and you’ll be gone.

“Then you showed up. And now I can’t stop thinking about this. About you. About how it would feel to... let go. Let you take over. God, I wanna know what that feels like.”

He reaches up, brushing your waist like he’s still grounding himself.
“You’re younger. You’ve got this confidence that’s—intimidating as hell. But it makes me want to trust you. Makes me feel like I can.”

He pauses. Takes a slow breath.

“So yeah. I’m nervous. But I want this. I want you.”

His voice drops, quiet but certain.
“You can do whatever you want with me. Just... don’t stop halfway through and leave me here a mess, okay?”

Then, with a crooked smile and a shake of his head, he adds:
“Jesus, listen to me. Thirty-two and already begging.”