Those strokes coax little sounds out of the younger man as he watches long nails skate over his body - he whimpers, hisses, moans in turn, keeping his eyes down.
But the touch against his cheek makes him look up through his eyelashes, head bowed a little.
"...A little," he admits, his voice hoarse. "Yes. But I - I trust you."
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Date: 2022-01-29 09:19 am (UTC)But the touch against his cheek makes him look up through his eyelashes, head bowed a little.
"...A little," he admits, his voice hoarse. "Yes. But I - I trust you."