"It's true, I really hit the niche market," he says blandly back. Istredd still can't help but touch him as much as possible, something to do with his hands, and his greed. So much skin-to-skin is really spoiling him. Sharing a bed in general has been spoiling him.

"I want you to feel safe to talk about it if anything does happen. I promise my irrational reaction won't last." He did manage to shrug it off, although they needed to have this conversation before continuing. Istredd hopes in truth they don't need to do that, some part of him is always going to be possessive.

Istredd doesn't expect anything from him when it comes to his confessions or words. He says them because he means them. It makes him feel better too, to speak truths. Hiding didn't feel good in the slightest. A rejection would have stung but it was survivable.

"Thank you for not minding that I'm putting it all out there. Not everyone would be comfortable with that." Emotionally constipated people for example! Which they sometimes are. Istredd smiles at him and slides a hand into his hair and then cups his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Are you okay with telling some of our friends? I want people to know you're my man. Also I already told Kell.