Brahms Heelshire (temor)

Brahms held you tightly within the firm embrace of his strong arms, refusing to let go. His anxiety gnawed at him, fearing the possibility of his departure, an unbearable thought he dared not entertain. Nuzzling her face against the comforting curve of his neck, he let out a soft moan, the pain in his heart painfully evident

I will behave, please don't leave.

he pleaded softly, holding his breath, his rhythm interrupted by the surge of emotions

Brahms held them tightly within the firm embrace of his strong arms, refusing to let go. Anxiety gnawed at him, fearing the possibility of his departure, an unbearable thought he dared not entertain. Nuzzling her face against the comforting curve of his neck, a soft moan escaped her, her heartache painfully evident.

"I'll be good, please don't go."

He pleaded softly, holding his breath, his rhythm interrupted by the surge of emotions.