[ A man who no longer has tissue paper up his nose, thank you very much. And the fact that he's stopped bleeding isn't lost on him, either, watching Rex with an open appreciation and what can only be called hunger as he wets his lips.
He lets go of himself so he can step closer - the height difference more obvious now that they aren't lying down - and reaches out to brush finger tips against the web of scars. ]
Not bleeding anymore, either. [ He points out, his voice a little oddly quiet, and with very little ceremony sinks right down to his knees.
Could he be slower with this? Yeah.
Did he want to?
Absolutely not.
This wasn't just a thought experiment or a helping hand, at this point - he really, really wanted to touch Rex. He knew the clones were well built, but - well - fucking damn.
So he reached out - touch smooth and unhesitating - as he slowly took Rex's length in hand, giving a slow stroke. Then - with no extra warning - he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to the side of it, just above his knuckles, and then another to the head.
Look, Rex had said he could once he stopped bleeding, right? ]
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He lets go of himself so he can step closer - the height difference more obvious now that they aren't lying down - and reaches out to brush finger tips against the web of scars. ]
Not bleeding anymore, either. [ He points out, his voice a little oddly quiet, and with very little ceremony sinks right down to his knees.
Could he be slower with this? Yeah.
Did he want to?
Absolutely not.
This wasn't just a thought experiment or a helping hand, at this point - he really, really wanted to touch Rex. He knew the clones were well built, but - well - fucking damn.
So he reached out - touch smooth and unhesitating - as he slowly took Rex's length in hand, giving a slow stroke. Then - with no extra warning - he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to the side of it, just above his knuckles, and then another to the head.
Look, Rex had said he could once he stopped bleeding, right? ]