[ The touch is like a spark falling on a fuse, something that floods him with contentment near immediately. It washes through him, feels like the scattered pieces of him finally snap together after ages of staring, of not quite fitting snugly. The sensation leaves him boneless, drags a quiet, involuntary noise from the back of his throat – little more than a soft, ]
Nnh.
[ His fingers twitch against the sheets before his hand turns up to hold hers, though his grip isn’t quite as sure or quite as strong. She could easily pull away if she wanted, though he hopes she doesn’t. His mind feels sharper, even as their bond dulls the edges of his discomfort, as his focus hones in on this, on this single point of contact.
God, it’s good. How have they kept themselves from enjoying this all this time? ]
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Nnh.
[ His fingers twitch against the sheets before his hand turns up to hold hers, though his grip isn’t quite as sure or quite as strong. She could easily pull away if she wanted, though he hopes she doesn’t. His mind feels sharper, even as their bond dulls the edges of his discomfort, as his focus hones in on this, on this single point of contact.
God, it’s good. How have they kept themselves from enjoying this all this time? ]