[He hasn't been held like this in ages (not since his fingers were too small to wrap around an apple on one side: Talindra's patient touch smoothing through his hair as he wailed over a skinned knee, a shut door, a lost toy— something like that), far off pieces of himself stirring without input underneath those roaming fingers and the way they catch his curls, softening his bite. His puppish mouth.
He'd honestly forgotten. What it was like to have someone close. To be warmed by someone, instead of warming them.
His lids begin to shut, the exhale through his nose soft and mellow.
....and then he's flush again under the mention of those strikes.
Hells, he's redder than red, in fact. His bare toes twisting against themselves— working down against thin sheets at first, his bare knees pushed against Fenris' captive legs, cock twitching like it wants to wake and follow suit (still rough from the inner angles of that throat that purrs so sweetly underneath his lips; his breath catching, his cheeks clenching for the memory of that finger tugging over him. Melting, wanting)— feeling the urge to draw closer, and closer, and....]
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He'd honestly forgotten. What it was like to have someone close. To be warmed by someone, instead of warming them.
His lids begin to shut, the exhale through his nose soft and mellow.
....and then he's flush again under the mention of those strikes.
Hells, he's redder than red, in fact. His bare toes twisting against themselves— working down against thin sheets at first, his bare knees pushed against Fenris' captive legs, cock twitching like it wants to wake and follow suit (still rough from the inner angles of that throat that purrs so sweetly underneath his lips; his breath catching, his cheeks clenching for the memory of that finger tugging over him. Melting, wanting)— feeling the urge to draw closer, and closer, and....]