[He's surprised how it feels to be touched in that moment. Unexpectedly there's relief, and his body releases some part of the tension it was holding, feeling the toy slip out of him but ignoring it. He shifts more deliberately to face Cy on that narrow bedβthe touch continues, not denied, moving up his arm.
It's a strange realization to have then. No one has touched him like this, with the hands ofβwhat? Almost like a lover would touch, or as he imagines one might because he wouldn't know, with that slow and thorough rub across tight tendons. It's not intimacy like a kiss, or a hug, or even an orgasm. It's a warm, cradling pool.
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Date: 2024-01-15 06:10 am (UTC)It's a strange realization to have then. No one has touched him like this, with the hands ofβwhat? Almost like a lover would touch, or as he imagines one might because he wouldn't know, with that slow and thorough rub across tight tendons. It's not intimacy like a kiss, or a hug, or even an orgasm. It's a warm, cradling pool.
Sasuke's eyes skate away, wherever isn't Cy's face.]
I don't need any looking after. I was fine.
[I thought I was. He did, sincerely. The pain wasn't even that bad compared to injuries he's suffered.]
Why did we stop?