( He's warned, and he's already a little achey from the fall, but he figures he can take it— he's dealt with worse before. And he has, but— )
—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
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—Ah.
( A soft gasp escapes him and his eyes squeeze shut as he settles into the strange, discomfiting feeling - a thousand needles with no angle he can shift toward for respite. He exhales, but his breaths come out as shudders where Ish's fingers play. )
... Uh-huh. Yeah.
( A little repetitive because he's a little distracted. His forehead presses lightly into the crook of Ish's neck, but he doesn't seem keen to stop him. This invasive intimacy, this strange sensation, is novel, too.
And he wants to bear his heart to Ish, anyway. What's the point of promising forever if he won't give him that? )
Can you... feel everything?