Seeing him down on his luck and extremely desperate is just the kind of catharsis I need. A disheveled seme, now forgoing all their pride, just for a glimpse of an uke, who they don't even deserve, is therapeutic in a way no professional or drug could ever treat me.
Strange, I’m having the opposite feeling. I feel like the angrier he’s getting about this, the more prone to violence and non-consensual encounter he will be once he sets eyes on him.
Seeing him down on his luck and extremely desperate is just the kind of catharsis I need. A disheveled seme, now forgoing all their pride, just for a glimpse of an uke, who they don't even deserve, is therapeutic in a way no professional or drug could ever treat me.