[He's so pliable under the man's touch. Daan presses his hand against him, and he shifts up, instinctively, wanting to feel skin against skin. His brain feels rabid with heat, as if he could simply pull the man against him and meld into him, turn into one.]
[He'll take the kiss, though - even if he's yearning for that moment of union, he'll take everything that is given. He is a good patient. He is here to be healed. Or made worse. Or broken apart, or put back together again.]
[His arms wrap around the other's shoulders. The intrusion makes him shudder - what should be some pain with pressure only feels like a drop in the bucket of what is to come. A whimper crawls out of his throat, and he noses at the man's face, kissing him over, and over again.]
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[He'll take the kiss, though - even if he's yearning for that moment of union, he'll take everything that is given. He is a good patient. He is here to be healed. Or made worse. Or broken apart, or put back together again.]
[His arms wrap around the other's shoulders. The intrusion makes him shudder - what should be some pain with pressure only feels like a drop in the bucket of what is to come. A whimper crawls out of his throat, and he noses at the man's face, kissing him over, and over again.]
Just...just like that...don't be shy, now.