Broken Boulder i can't tell if the want justifies the need

cute, he thinks, even as the implications in that statement start to unravel in his mind. for a moment he is silent, leaning into alarian's affections until a soft sigh gives way. "i'm used to too many feelings," delight murmurs, and licks the corner of his mouth, more teasing than he means. his nerves are all over the place -- bouncing from fury to confession has frayed him. moving from alarian now feels like a death sentence despite the sloshing in his belly. as he moves to return each kiss a tiny whine escapes him, fleeing into the milimetres between them. 

he could say, we have plenty of time, or lets take it slow. instead he says, "you don't need to be so gentle," blushing fiercely under dark fur, "not that i don't appreciate it." he does not know he is alarian's appointed decision maker, but here's a decision for you anyway: let soft give way to sharp, and make him yours.