[. . . slides his hands over Ruka's chest, sitting up a little and gazing down at him, smoothing his hands down over Ruka's stomach and shifting so he can sit between Ruka's legs, shivering]

It's—hard to understand what other people want . . . I've never been wanted like that? And I wanted—so much. I still do . . . But it's fine? It's normal? You want me . . .