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Din laid in his berth, butt naked, surrounded by toys.
Tossing another to the ground, wanting to fill the foreign emptiness inside him. Digging through to find a butt plug even larger than the last. Pushing it in as he moaned softly, a month ago it would've barely fit, but his body adjusted.
Because in the end it was an empty feeling that couldn't be filled with something as simple as an object. It was the feeling of loneliness, one only another human would be able to fill, an attachment he was so afraid of he laid sobbing, helplessly alone.