[what else can i do? he thinks, kissing the heel of his hand, his wrist. he can't fully appreciate the softness or temperature of Emery's skin anywhere better than his mouth.]
Come here?
[he poses it as a question even while pulling him toward himself, tilting his head away to avoid grazing him unduly with the less-than-tender touch of wire. he turns Emery to sit against him between his drawn-up knees, winding one arm around his middle while his other gently releases his arm in order to slip his fingers under his waistline, letting Emery fidget as he pleases.]
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Come here?
[he poses it as a question even while pulling him toward himself, tilting his head away to avoid grazing him unduly with the less-than-tender touch of wire. he turns Emery to sit against him between his drawn-up knees, winding one arm around his middle while his other gently releases his arm in order to slip his fingers under his waistline, letting Emery fidget as he pleases.]