[ Basch is not familiar with the idea of touch-starvation, even if he's the poster-child for. It's one way this place has genuinely been a balm. Or at least, the few people he's been fortunate enough to build trust with.
Still, he's mildly surprised when Olivine slides in facing him, warm hand on his side. He knows his face is flushing. This is oddly more intimate than even bathing, perhaps because he has no sense of what he ought to be doing back.
But...it's nice. Gentle body heat, gentle touch. Clean bodies and linens on a safe, private bed. All things that are still so new in his life.
Olivine's head comes to his shoulder, and he shifts to hold him more comfortable, a large, calloused hand lightly stroking his hair. Hesitant, then more confident as Olivine does not pull away or protest. ]
You have yet to make me uncomfortable [ He rumbles against the other's hair. It's true. The discomfort the first time was the situation, not Olivine. ] But it's appreciated. The same to you.
[ This was nice, though. Foreign. Confusing. But nothing about it was threatening or uncomfortable. ]
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Still, he's mildly surprised when Olivine slides in facing him, warm hand on his side. He knows his face is flushing. This is oddly more intimate than even bathing, perhaps because he has no sense of what he ought to be doing back.
But...it's nice. Gentle body heat, gentle touch. Clean bodies and linens on a safe, private bed. All things that are still so new in his life.
Olivine's head comes to his shoulder, and he shifts to hold him more comfortable, a large, calloused hand lightly stroking his hair. Hesitant, then more confident as Olivine does not pull away or protest. ]
You have yet to make me uncomfortable [ He rumbles against the other's hair. It's true. The discomfort the first time was the situation, not Olivine. ] But it's appreciated. The same to you.
[ This was nice, though. Foreign. Confusing. But nothing about it was threatening or uncomfortable. ]