He had wanted this earlier. He wanted to finally have his partner make love to him. He thought he was ready. He thought he could handle the touch, that he wouldn’t panic.

The memories were what stopped him. How back when he was alive he was forced down and raped. He had never gotten over it.

He probably never would.

The touches that had felt good a moment ago felt dirty, violating. He felt disgusted.

“Stop!”

He cried, shrinking away from the touch.