every waking minute I'm tormented by my fucked up brain

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"Speech!"
Malachai pressed into him and Grimshaws chest fluttered, forelimbs reaching upwards to hold him against himself for a change. Toes moved through Malachai's dark fur along the back of his neck until finding a comfortable place to rest, though when the man barely grunted into him as a response, Grim frowned. How could he listen like this? Whatever he agreed to he'd never remember if he was already half asleep and buried into his chest. He wanted to keep his toes running through the mans fur, enjoying the way it felt between his claws but wanted the mans attention more. Bringing his paws back down he tried to lift Malachai's chin a bit to get the man to look at him or at least agree to listen. "Just listen for a minute, it's important, please?" He asked as he stopped himself from allowing his paws to wander along Malachai's jawline..

every second i'm without you i'm a mess