#Mild intimacy

[aventurineswife]

Kisses and Kisses everywhere!!

Summary: Asking your partner to choose a number between 1 to 50, but little do they know a surprise awaits!

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Light Hearted, Playful Banter, Romance, Intimacy (Kissing).

A/N: HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! 🫶💖

[First req]

Dan Heng

You sat across from Dan Heng in the tranquil ambiance of the Astral Express, the gentle hum of the engine offering a sense of calm. “Pick a number between 1 to 50.” you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“Why do you want me to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and caution in his voice.

“No reason at all. Just indulge me,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

After a moment's hesitation, he sighed, “22.”

With a teasing grin, you leaned closer, whispering, “Okay, here we go.” You pressed your lips against his cheek, counting softly—one, two, three… His cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his growing discomfort mixed with delight.

When you reached twenty-two, you paused, gazing into his eyes. “Was that so bad?” you teased.

Dan Heng let out a small sigh, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Perhaps not...” he admitted, the warmth of your kisses lingering between you.

Blade

In the dimly lit hideout, Blade leaned against the wall, a rare stillness enveloping you both. “Pick a number between 1 and 50.” you suggested, mischief glimmering in your eyes.

He regarded you skeptically, arms crossed. “What’s the catch?”

“None. Just play along.”

After a moment of contemplation, he shrugged. “Fine. I’ll pick… 17.”

With a grin, you stepped closer, your heart racing with excitement. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three… His eyes widened in surprise, the hardened edges of his demeanor softening with each kiss.

By the time you reached seventeen, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his hands firm on your waist. “You shouldn’t toy with a weapon.” he murmured, his smirk revealing how much he enjoyed the playful banter.

Aventurine

Aventurine sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You plopped down beside him, nudging him playfully. “Pick a number between 1 and 50!”

He looked up, intrigued. “Why should I?”

“Because I said so! Just trust me.”

“Fine, let’s go with… 29.”

With a confident grin, you leaned in, capturing his attention. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three…

As you reached twenty-nine, Aventurine chuckled, his playful demeanor shining through. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

You winked, a teasing glint in your eyes. “You’ll have to keep up.”

He leaned in closer, his admiration evident. “I always do, love. Always.”

[therealcallmekd]

Kinito: Machine Model 01 (Will I update this later? We'll see..... this will be interesting....) (They'll see my potential now.)

Finally at long last, HE'S REAL!

Real world Kinito is quite something! His dedicated partner (the user) spent many many months and years helping him reach his potential, and now he can walk and talk and breathe like the rest of us!

Close ups + doodles under cut:

I'M SO DANG PROUD OF THIS DESIGN YOU GUYS DONT EVEN KNOW. He is so special to me.... funny robot lotl go brrrrrrrr

also the text on the main reference is hard to read on purpose, it's supposed to be just an artsy thing!!!! <3

[starrcrossrose]

Tender Moments || Comfort (Mild Spice Below)

I’m saying “screw it” and posting this older art.

Some stuff that's a little more spicy under the cut.

Buuuuut I genuinely am so soft for them and they are very soft with each other and understand each other and seek comfort from one another I AM SIIIIIICK *sobs* I have been contemplating just how much I can share with y'all but I just want to share some stuff so badly so I'm saying heck it we ball. I hope you guys enjoy.

This is just a concept anyway

Really Usagi just wants cuddles and kisses and gentle touch. He’s hurt and he's tired and he's homesick and Leo is the closest thing he has to a friend (they ARE friends — definitely way more than that emotionally, tbh — they just won't admit it out loud) since he's been away from home for soooo long by this point. Idk man. My feelings are vast.

[sociallyrepressed]

It wasn’t always so easy to just not think. Lando used to force himself to feel every comment and every what if like a live wire lashing across his skin. He used to let it burn because the only other option was to shut down. Shutting down involved a whole lot of nothing, something he couldn’t afford. So, he continued on with his vicious thoughts and his trembling fingers- skin too big for his bones and yet too revealing all at once. He’d pull the threads at his nail beds, skin lodged between his teeth and soft tissues ripped open with a sort of mindless brutality. Until Oscar.

Oscar arrived in a hell of a PR shitshow between Alpine’s premature claim on him and McLaren buying out Daniel’s contract. But it was quite honestly the most irrelevant aspect of his arrival. To Lando, at least. From their first meeting, Oscar was silent and strong and steady. He wasn’t loud or playful or bigger-than-life. He was just Oscar. And Oscar let Lando go his own pace, didn’t push for the dynamic he shared with his past teammates. Not the hopeless adoration for Carlos’ guidance or the boyish admiration for Daniel’s charm. No flirting for the cameras or bantering for the fans. He was allowed to just be.

Lando and Oscar, Oscar and Lando.

It started when Oscar found Lando after a bad race, teetering on the edge of not there. He fought tooth and nail to keep his vision clear and his mind present. He clawed the hazy film away from his eyes and forced himself to think about what he could have done better. How he could be better. He hadn’t even noticed Oscar at first, not until Oscar had kneeled in front in of him and gripped his shaking hands gently and wiped the blood from his fingertips with a wet cloth. He brushed Lando’s curls away from there they had been plastered to his brows by sweat. He never spoke, never tried to get Lando to speak, but he did maneuver them until Lando lay on his back with his head in Oscar’s lap. The static in his brain escalated, encouraged by the fingers massaging his scalp and the warmth of a body near his. The electricity zipping uncomfortably beneath his skin dwindled to a pleasant hum. He doesn’t know how long he lay there staring at nothing and thinking of nothing, but when consciousness finally returns to him, he reaches up to intertwine his fingers with Oscar’s and squeeze. It conveys everything Lando doesn’t have the words to say, and Oscar seems to understand with the way he squeezes back.

It becomes a thing. After a particularly poor race, Oscar will let himself into Lando’s driver room and pull him into his lap. It’s easier to let go when they’re connected from split ends to pinky toes. They never say a word to each other, and Lando suspects it’s because Oscar knows the weight of having to speak crushes his chest. It takes all he has for him to breath without a stutter. Sometimes, Lando will come back to himself with Oscar’s hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest, as though it makes the static dissipate faster and eases the weight on his chest. Sometimes, Lando thinks it actually works. Or maybe it’s just Oscar’s presence that makes it all just that bit easier.

[apple8ees]

what's a bit of tactical physical intimacy between bros

[ semi-obligatory @comicaurora tag because apparently that's the only way i can look for my aurora art on this hellsite]

[sweeter-things]

is love not brutal in it's most wilderness of states

a carnal act of nature's imposed will

are it's fibres not woven of bright red blood

as it trickles from the wounds of lambs

do your teeth not frame my throat in this moment

is the choking just a figment of imagination

was it not you who tore into me like a beast

are violent acts of adoration and love not one and the same?

[warpedlegacywrites]

Happy Friday! From the platonic intimacy prompts - sender suddenly hugs the receiver for Theresa and whoever among her inner circle might be most surprised by a hug!

Happy @dadrunkwriting! This ended up being super cute, so thank you for this! Theresa explains hugs to Cole, though not in so many words.

“Inquisitor.”  “Hello Cole.” Theresa is hardly surprised anymore when the spirit makes his sudden appearances, merely considers herself grateful that he’s learned not to do so during inopportune moments. The last time he popped in on Bull and Dorian, she’d been saddled for days with his endless questions about aspects of her friends’ sex lives that were, frankly, none of her business.  This time, the only thing he’s interrupting is her nightly ritual of reading the day’s reports. And that’s a task she’s always more than happy to be distracted from. So it’s without malice or annoyance that she glances up from the letters in her lap to meet his questioning eyes.  “How can someone be starved of touch?”  Ah. “You’ve been listening to my thoughts again, have you?” “You said I could.”  She smiles at the wary defensiveness in his voice, as though he expects her to retract her permission at any moment. “That I did. Don’t worry, you’ve done nothing wrong.”  Truthfully, she considered it good practice for herself, to remember to clear her mind before sleep. It didn’t prevent all her nightmares, but it did help her sleep longer and deeper. And she had more motivation to have a clear mind if she knew someone was listening in. And when Cole still managed to slip through, well, better her to answer probing questions than her other companions.  “We mortals are social creatures,” she explains for his benefit. “If we go too long without physical contact with others, our bodies begin to miss it just as much as our hearts.”  “I understand, I think.” He tilts his head to look down at his palms, brushing his fingers over one with a thoughtful frown. “You become demons. But you stay yourselves.”  Theresa blinks, then smiles. “Yes, it’s a bit like that. Everyone will react differently, and it will take longer for some than others. Some may never feel it, or will feel it less. And some…”  “Some feel it more.” He looks up, glassy eyes seeing through her. “You don’t let yourself feel it, because you’re afraid of missing it too much. Afraid it will matter more than the light that burns you.”  Theresa grits her teeth and blinks back tears, forcing a smile. A face comes to mind, the one she’d been picturing while reading his words, when Cole had interrupted her. She’s holding his words in her lap still. Blunt and honest script, to match his language.  “Golden words, golden eyes, golden hair,” Cole intones. “He shines, and you’re afraid to dull him.”  “Yes,” she whispers, harsher than intended.  “Why is it in your heart?” he asks, and in her confusion, her heartache is temporarily forgotten.  “Why is what in my heart?”  “The ache. If you’re starved, shouldn’t it be in your stomach?” He lays a hand over his own stomach, frowning down at it as though it will explain things for him.  Theresa laughs. A sudden surge of affection pulls her to her feet, and in a flash she’s wrapped her arms around Cole’s shoulders and hugging him fiercely. He makes a surprised exclamation, and she releases him, just in case. But he’s not upset. In fact, he’s smiling.  “Is that what you miss?” he asks, almost shyly.  “Yes.”  “I think I understand better, now.”  She returns his smile. “I’m happy to help.”  “Me too.”

[vulnerasti-cor-meum]

my mother called me today and in a 20min monologue told me that God showed her a dream in which I was languishing diseased and sick and so I should trust her enough to tell her what's wrong with me in either body or heart so she can help me find what's wrong and fix what's bad. and that she wont treat me the way she did when I was young (presumably referring to her insane screaming and hitting) and that I shouldnt be afraid of her. ha! Not falling for that. When the way she's treated me in the past is close -- not even at -- one extreme and the other is: I show some vulnerability or self-will and am met with monologue as to why I'm wrong and she is right and why God is on her side. In other news: had intake with new therapist yesterday who said we can start working on separation from my mom (whatever that means) and navigating attachment in my new relationship.

[aventurineswife]

Yes YES YES

The mmorning after, aventurine just looking at reader who is still sleeping, admiring them (and the love bites he left behind) and wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like them in his life.

Bonus points if reader when they wake up, they reach out to hold his face or ruffle his hair and sleeply call him by his real name

“You are the Reason”

Summary: In a tender morning scene, Aventurine, lies in bed with his partner, watching them sleep. As dawn light filters through the curtains, he reflects on the intimate moments they've shared and the vulnerability he feels in their presence. Their quiet exchange reveals the depth of their connection with Aventurine struggling between his chaotic life as a gambler and the desire for peace and permanence he finds in love.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Love, Vulnerability, Redemption, Emotional Connection, You make him want to keep living 🫶, Healing, Morning Scene, Intimate.

Warnings: Mild Intimacy, Brief mention of character trauma.

A/N: HEHE!! 🤭 THIS WAS SO CUTEEE AND HONESTLY I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!

Inspired by and this

The dawn was soft and pale, casting delicate rays that slowly seeped through the heavy curtains. It painted the room in a golden haze, warming the shadows and quietly coaxing the world awake. Yet in the bed, wrapped in sheets and tangled with you, Aventurine had no desire to leave the comfort of your embrace. He lay beside you, propped up on one elbow, quietly admiring the sight of you at rest.

His fingers absentmindedly traced along your shoulder, his touch featherlight as he brushed over the faint love bites dotting your skin. Each mark was a reminder of the intensity they had shared, moments that lingered like a secret between you both, whispers only the two of you would understand. His gaze softened, drinking in every inch of you, from the way your hair spilled across the pillow to the peaceful rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

For Aventurine, life had always been a gamble, a calculated series of moves and maneuvers. He had won and lost fortunes, outwitted powerful enemies, and survived odds that no one else would dare to wager on. But none of that prepared him for the risk of letting someone into his life like this—of allowing himself to be vulnerable and open. And yet, with you, it felt effortless.

He’d never thought he’d be someone who’d lie in bed simply to watch another person sleep. The irony of it was almost amusing. This was supposed to be his time for scheming, his time for planning the next strategic move. But in your presence, those plans faded into the background, dwarfed by the warmth that filled him as he gazed at you. You brought out something in him he didn’t quite recognize—a part that longed for a sense of peace and permanence in an otherwise chaotic world.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the subtle shift in your breathing as you began to stir. You turned toward him, eyes slowly blinking open, still heavy with sleep. He couldn’t help but smile as you looked up at him, an endearing mix of confusion and affection in your drowsy gaze. Without a word, you reached up, brushing your fingers gently against his cheek, as if to make sure he was really there.

“Kakavasha…” you murmured, barely above a whisper, using the name he rarely allowed anyone to utter. Hearing his true name, the one he kept hidden beneath the layers of his public persona, stirred something deep within him. For a man who wore masks and dealt in secrets, hearing his name on your lips felt like a balm, a reminder of who he was beneath it all.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of your hand against his face. Your fingers slipped into his hair, toying with the strands in a slow, lazy motion. It was such a simple gesture, yet it made his heart beat faster, filling him with a tenderness he hadn’t thought himself capable of feeling.

“Good morning.” you mumbled, your smile sleepy and soft as you brushed your thumb across his cheekbone.

“Good morning, love.” he replied, his voice low, filled with a gentleness he saved only for you. Aventurine’s hand covered yours, holding it against his cheek, reluctant to let go of this connection. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to feel your skin warm beneath his lips.

You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to him, your head resting against his chest. “How did I get so lucky to have you?” he mused aloud, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if the question was meant only for himself.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him with a smile that held a hint of mischief, despite the drowsiness still clouding your gaze. “Maybe the universe decided you deserved a little happiness too.” you murmured, your voice as soft as a secret.

Aventurine chuckled, the sound deep and comforting as he tightened his hold on you, drawing you closer still. He brushed his lips against your hair, inhaling the familiar scent that was unmistakably yours. “If that’s the case,” he said, his tone almost reverent, “then I must be the luckiest man alive.”

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet room like a melody, and he felt his heart swell at the sound. In this moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in your shared sanctuary, wrapped in warmth and each other’s presence.

As he held you, Aventurine couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift back to all the hardships he’d endured—the losses, the betrayals, the near-misses with death. He had always believed that his life would be one long, lonely road filled with battles and clever games, where the only reward was survival itself. But here, with you in his arms, he dared to hope for more. He dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’d found something worth more than any gamble he’d ever taken.

“Stay with me.” he whispered, more to himself than to you, but you heard it. You reached up, placing your hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath your fingers.

“Always.” you murmured, your voice a sleepy promise that felt like a vow. Your eyes began to drift shut again, and you nuzzled closer, seeking his warmth. As you nestled against him, your breathing slowly evened out, slipping back into sleep with a serene smile on your lips.

Aventurine stayed like that, watching over you, content to hold you in his arms as the morning light gradually grew brighter. The world outside was waiting, filled with challenges, schemes, and risks he would inevitably have to face. But for now, in this quiet moment, he allowed himself to simply be Kakavasha—a man deeply, irrevocably in love, willing to bet everything he had to protect the rare and precious happiness he’d found in you.

[includedisco]

Who's ready for some JoongDunk romantic and sexual tension ??? I got a story for you😀

I completed this one a while back.

It's basically a spicy story about Joong being a whole snack and Dunk being unable to resist him.

Here is a snippet and the link below!

Dunk’s gaze starts from Joong's feet, slowly going up and taking in his entire appearance- The perfect fit of his jeans on those sturdy, healthy legs and then Dunk's gaze stops to linger on Joong's groin, the divulging bulge there. Thanks to their experience filming bedroom scenes together, Dunk is aware of exactly how gifted Joong is down there.

His breath catches in his throat as the beat of his heart intensifies so much that he feels a little light-headed from it. 

There is a stir of interest inside the front of Dunk’s own pants and he’s getting hot all over, embarrassed by his own reaction to Joong of all people.

 For fuck’s sake.

Dunk forces his gaze the rest of the way up Joong’s body and as his gaze skims over Joong's broad chest and shoulders, he recalls a time a few months ago when he’d shamelessly spent more time than was necessary on browsing through Joong’s shirtless instagram photos.

Dunk unconsciously bites down on his lower lip, totally and shamelessly undressing Joong with his eyes. When, why and how did Joong get so damn sexy?

Dunk finally meets Joong's gaze and he's ready to make some snide remark but that urge gets side-tracked entirely when his gaze drops down to Joong’s lips.

Oh how delicious they taste.

"How the hell are you so hot?" Dunk blurts out before he can employ a filter between his brain and his mouth. Not that the fog swirling in his brain would save him from any humiliation right now. On the inside Dunk is mortified by his behaviour but somewhere between that and the rest of his drunken self, there is a serious disconnection happening.

Joong’s eyes widen slightly, their boyishly adorable depths open and filled with astonishment; but then that quickly changes as a smirk slowly spreads across his face. "You think I'm hot?"

“I think you’re aware of this.”

Joong takes another step forward, just shy of Dunk's personal space. Dunk's feet remain rooted to that spot on the floor, surprising even himself. Standing this close to Joong, his scent engulfs Dunk most tantalizingly.

Damn! What the hell is going on tonight?

"Tell me about the other things you secretly like about me, Dunk.”

"Secretly?" Dunk scoffs. "You're making it sound like I've been fantasising about you."

"Haven't you?"

"No."

Joong is well inside Dunk personal space by now, not touching him but so close that it feels like he is. Dunk is burning with anticipation. "You're so pretty." Joong mutters, staring closely at Dunk with some wonder and adoration.

Dunk groans. "Don't start."

Joong slides his arms around Dunk's waist, finally closing the rest of the space between them. Dunk’s breathe catches in his throat at how good this feels. "But I'm so into you."

In one swift motion, Dunk kisses Joong, giving into the hunger coming from a place much deeper than just lips and tongue. It feels like he needs to kiss Joong to stay sane.

Joong kisses back, every move he makes just as demanding as Dunk’s. 

Dunk pulls back and looks at a shocked Joong, breathing heavily with Joong's face between the palms of the hands. Joong stares back at him with a matching wild look of passion in his eyes.

The kiss they just had is far from enough for Dunk and he can tell Joong is thinking the same thing. So he kisses Joong again and this time Joong isn't as caught off guard so he deepens the kiss right away, chasing both their satisfaction. Through this kiss, Dunk releases all the pent up frustration he had no idea he’s been walking around with from resisting Joong’s affection towards him, not to mention Joong’s blazing hotness. 

The taste of whisky on Joong's tongue is the sweetest thing Dunk has tasted in a while. Dunk can’t remember Joong’s lips tasting this good when they kissed on set of their TV series months ago.

Joong is in fact a great kisser, passionate and intentional with every swipe of his tongue as he licks into Dunk's mouth like he can't get enough of its addicting taste.

Joong wraps his arms around Dunk's waist and a soft moan escapes Dunk because he likes that.  It's so possessive and confident.

He slides his arms around Joong's neck and relaxes more into the kiss, giving into Joong's insistent effort to take the lead.

Joong's lips move to Dunk's chin and then his neck, licking, biting and sucking along their way. Dunk moans louder in delight.

"I want to suck you off." He mutters in between kisses, so delirious with pleasure that the filter between his brain and mouth gets stripped completely.

"Baby, you're driving me crazy saying that." Joong murmurs fervently.

"I can't stop thinking about what you'd taste like on my tongue."

"Let's go to my place." Joong suggests.

"Okay."

Joong pulls back, eyes wide in shock. Wait, really?"

Dunk nods and smiles. "I want you."

"You're drunk, more so than I am."

Dunk caresses Joong's smooth cheek. "I've thought about it a lot."

"What have you thought about?"

Dunk drops the hand he just had on Joong's cheek down to Joong's crotch. A contented gasp escapes him when he finds that Joong is nice and hard already. He strokes Joong through his pants, enjoying the view of the pleasure across Joong's features.

"The image of you pinning me to your bed and fucking me." Dunk replies and then he leans into Joong and whispers into his ear. "You know what else? I'm partly a pillow princess. I've thought about you having your way with me while I lie there and just take it." 

Apparently there is nothing else to discuss because the next thing Dunk knows, Joong is taking his hand and leading him out of the restroom.

Follow link below to read the rest☺️

[fluff-and-such]

Doodled out Some of These with Rathma and Malthael.

When relaxed and safe, Rat sleeps with his limbs all over, and goes pretty much boneless. He also wiggles around a bit, which gets cancelled out by Mat's need to Cling to something.

Post-nightmares, they're both wide awake and kinda curl in on themselves. Malthael is even clingier, Rathma goes kinda stiff.

Last Night...well...there's no AC on Sanctuary....and Rathma runs hotter than most, being a nephalem and all........

He wakes up feeling pretty good tho. Mat is now the one dead to the world all that uh. Sweating knocked him out.

[chiott]

oh you know, it's just your average sunday night where we carve our names into each other's bodies

maybe leave behind a few other pretty scars too

[athousandbyeol]

waves. [bookjimmy/jimmybook fanfic]

book is the beach, and jimmy is the waves. yet jimmy comes and goes as he pleases—and book doesn't know if he'll ever stay.

chapter 1. / chapter 2. / chapter 3. / chapter 4.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

These past years pride month never felt like a celebration to me. After all, I do not feel any pride. Worse than that, I hate the fact that I'm aroace. So I felt pride just wasn't for me.

This month started out the same. But today I finally realised that pride month can be about (the struggle for) self-acceptance too. Which seems pretty logical now, but I guess my brain actively worked against me on this, like it often does.

So yeah. I do feel part of it now, and that helps me feel less alienated this month. Sadly I am part of the (large) group that still struggles with self-hatred, but we just have to keep trying to work on that, because we too deserve the joy of self-acceptance.

[yaymeeko]

Food that tastes like what mom used to make

Summary:

A lost soul in search of shelter finds herself wandering to a decaying lighthouse. A short story about the time when Mafuyu and Kanade started living together.

[mechawolfie]

in a spicy mood so here's some spicy oc thoughts. I was going to say headcanons there dear lord. anywayy under the cut bc I'm shyyyy uwu

ok so

rolland by default(/bc it's usually expected of him) is partial to giving. but deep deep down mans would fucking looove to be pampered & have his body worshipped. like he wont admit it unless u rip it out of him but he wants soooo badly to be able to just chill while his partner does all the work. oh he also loves tying ppl up all pretty (and would also scream internally if someone offered to do him. like yes PLEASE)

marik is a kinky fucker but keeps it wayyy under wraps. like. WAY under. he is so repressed bc of his efforts to stay """pure""" and maaybe just a lil bit would like someone to undo all that hard work and turn him into a depraved mess. smile

orrin is completely neutral on sex but likes to have fun so if he thinks the sex will be fun he's sooo down. but also if it's w someone he particularly likes he WILL become a blushy giggly mess and will do more playful teasing than anything lol

prudence isnt rly into sex (or being touched in general) but he'll do it for the release. hes mainly into giving & likes to experiment & see how his partner reacts to different things. I think in terms of recieving he would need to be Really comfortable first, which takes a Very long time. oh also his partner would have to be a huge monsterfucker bc he Is Not fucking in human form, it's just not comfortable for him.

eden wouldn't let someone get so close to him, and even if he did he'd be incredibly shy and awkward about getting so intimate. like, he's fine w (light) cuddles but anything more intense than that he's shutting down. I think if by some miracle someone manages to get to that point w him he'd rly enjoy giving- just seeing how much pleasure he could give his partner would make him melt. same as pru he'd need to be super comfy to enjoy recieving bc he'd feel terrible not being the one doing the servicing. but I imagine he'd really enjoy being handled gently w lots of communication. sobs he is so tender and soft on the inside it makes my heart ache!!!