There's almost a whimper slipping free before he stops it, at the feel of those fingers in his hair, massaging against his scalp. The larger struggle is resisting the urge to melt into a puddle right then and there. Body craving that touch so strongly he trembles with it, mouth going dry, mind going empty of everything except want.
His breath hitches, fingers curling into fists where they're bound behind him, as if trying to distract himself from how good that feels. It's not working.
He almost completely misses the question, too, and then struggles to come up with an answer that's not utterly mortifying. ]
Y-yes! [ That comes out far more strained and breathless than he intended, but he's too distracted now to do anything about it, trying to keep a grasp on his focus when it's unravelling with each brush of Basch's fingers. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 11:12 pm (UTC)There's almost a whimper slipping free before he stops it, at the feel of those fingers in his hair, massaging against his scalp. The larger struggle is resisting the urge to melt into a puddle right then and there. Body craving that touch so strongly he trembles with it, mouth going dry, mind going empty of everything except want.
His breath hitches, fingers curling into fists where they're bound behind him, as if trying to distract himself from how good that feels. It's not working.
He almost completely misses the question, too, and then struggles to come up with an answer that's not utterly mortifying. ]
Y-yes! [ That comes out far more strained and breathless than he intended, but he's too distracted now to do anything about it, trying to keep a grasp on his focus when it's unravelling with each brush of Basch's fingers. ]