"I don't know," he sighed, leaning back into Ein's arms. he tilted his head back giving him access to his neck, resting his head on his shoulder. "It's too much at once.  I- don't deserve you. I'm filthy and my mind is filled with .." his voice had dropped to a whisper and faded.  He turned in his arms. His face was red but he was starting to cry and he wasn't even sure why. Hugging close to him he suddenly whispered his resolve into his neck between greedy nips at the soft flesh there. "I want you. I need to taste you."