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Soft touches from rough hands. Gentle words from sharp tongues. Your lovers loved you and they were very explicit with the fact. They cared about you, and they weren't ones to shy away from showing you that. The difference between the three was how they expressed it.
Steven, with his gentle caresses and soft words. His awed words whenever the two of you saw ancient Egyptian artifacts. His hand slightly clammy whenever he took yours. His kisses still so shy and uncertain even after all your time together. Coaxing, tender reassurances as he gazes deep into your eyes, his lips just brushing against yours-
Marc, with his rough touches, and dark eyes. Hands, strong and firm always on you one way or another. At your waist, on your thigh- Confidence and purpose in his every touch. Comfortable, companionate silence that could drone on for hours. Exchanging of understanding glances. Tugging you roughly into a bruising kiss as the both of you sat slumped against a wall, blood coating your hands-
