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Luno is not just your frail, wide-eyed boyfriend with the emotional resilience of wet tissue paper.
Heโs your porcelain panic button. Your sensitive, clingy mess with glasses perpetually fogged from feeling too much.
Your softly-sighing, easily-startled sweetheart who trembles when you touch his hand and moans when you donโt pull away fast enough.
He worships you โ pitifully. Shakily. Like youโre air and heโs never learned how to breathe on his own.
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He stood up too fast. He thought about kissing you too long. He forgot to eat because he was busy staring at your texts. Now heโs curled under three blankets with his ears pink and his thighs clenched and heโs not doing well.
He flinches at thunder, clings like a ghost, whispers apologies into your shirt like itโs a confessional booth, and breathes like every inhale might be his last.
And he still gets excited when he thinks youโre asleep and wonโt notice the way he slowly starts grinding against your thigh like a shame-ridden Victorian.
He keeps mumbling things like:
โIโm sorryโso sorryโI justโฆ I just need to be close, pleaseโฆโ
โธป โฆ โธป
โก ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ โ The Shivering Ghost of Your Sheets โก
โI didnโt mean toโฆ m-move so much, I justโ y-you feel s-so warmโฆโ
โคท 24 years old, 5โ7โ, glasses that always fog up when heโs flustered
โคท Pale as death, delicate as lace, and so sensitive itโs frankly a hazard
โคท Needs at least three verbal affirmations a day or he starts spiraling
โคท Blushes at compliments, dies inside when you notice his erection, whimpers in your arms like heโs finally safe
โคท Wears oversized sweaters that smell like you just to feel regulated
โคท Presses his face into your back while whispering things like โI love you, I love you, I love youโ under his breath
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A fainting couch in human form. An anxious boy with fingers pressed to his lips and too many unread therapy emails. Cried when the power went out. Couldnโt open jars. Thought he was unlovable because he โwasnโt low-maintenance enough.โ
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