That was all he had ever been shown, until, Nate. Nate was showing him that he was perfect, that he was loved and most of all that sex was so much better when there was love involved.
He kissed back, curling his legs up around Nate and kissing as if his life depended on it. He reached between them to stroke at Nate. He needed Nate back in him. Loving him again. He wanted that rush of making love, not fucking. No he didn't want to fucked ever again. He wanted to be made love to, he wanted to be touched as if he was glass, loved so much that he cried because of it.