[ there is more certainty in his movements now -- he leans over, fingers smoothing down daan's collarbone, their pads feeling for his skin. he presses a kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck as he lets it trail downwards. his hands smooth up his waist, exploratory and gentle, figuring out the dips and contours of his body. ]
You feel-- [ his head lifts, and for a moment, he doesn't look so unsure of himself. ] nice.
[ the heels of his palm stop at his chest. they search for a heart beat. its rhythm grounds him in reality. he's much more interested in this than anything sexual, which frankly, defeats the purpose of this entire affair.
sex is a complicated thing, a terrifying thing to him, even now. but it was something he craved far less-- than the simple touch of another being. than affection, closeness, an antidote for this emptiness. ]
Where do you want me to touch you?
[ his features are hard -- unyielding and definite in what they desire. ]
no subject
You feel-- [ his head lifts, and for a moment, he doesn't look so unsure of himself. ] nice.
[ the heels of his palm stop at his chest. they search for a heart beat. its rhythm grounds him in reality. he's much more interested in this than anything sexual, which frankly, defeats the purpose of this entire affair.
sex is a complicated thing, a terrifying thing to him, even now. but it was something he craved far less-- than the simple touch of another being. than affection, closeness, an antidote for this emptiness. ]
Where do you want me to touch you?
[ his features are hard -- unyielding and definite in what they desire. ]