[ It's too easy to lose himself to impulse when those tender fingers stroke through his hair reassuringly. When he's held so gently. When Allen tips his head back to give him room to explore. He doesn't need an explanation for this, understanding its meaning on a fundamental level without words.
It feels good, you know?
The tone. The warmth. The way he's holding him. It's enough to make him take pause. His eyes glide up, slow and deliberate, settling on him. Seeing something there for the first time. ]
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It feels good, you know?
The tone. The warmth. The way he's holding him. It's enough to make him take pause. His eyes glide up, slow and deliberate, settling on him. Seeing something there for the first time. ]
Good, how?