#soft boy hours

[darksigns-exe]

hi Hedy! are you still doing soft boy hours? if so here's a thought - while being intimate with Noah you get self conscious and apologize that it takes you too long to finish. in previous relationship you were kinda shamed for that, your ex partner often ignoring your needs. but Noah being gentle and understanding boyfriend reassures you that there's no such thing as "too long", there's no rush, he's enjoying every moment with you and will be there all night or longer if needed 😈 sorry if that's too weird or self indulgent 😶‍🌫

soft boy hours has been on a little hiatus bc I’ve been very busy but I’m always happy to chat about our boys!

oh I love that thought a whole lot 🥺

Our boy would be so sweet and patient.

Maybe he knows what it feels like when a partner doesn’t acknowledge your needs. He can’t fix all of that damage in an instant but he can make sure that you know that you’re safe with him and that he’ll do whatever he needs to make sure that you enjoy yourself.

So open to explore different things with you, always checking in with you to make sure that it’s still good.

He wants you both to enjoy the intimate side of your relationship and if that means that he needs to take his time well that’s not exactly a negative thing is it? Not for our boy at least. He’ll get even more time to hear your pretty sounds and see your pretty face while he makes you feel good. Sounds perfect to him.

He’s full of sweet little whispers of encouragement, telling you how good you feel around his fingers, how sweet you taste on his tongue.

I just know that boy has a caretaking streak in him. It’s in there somewhere.

[bunnidarling]

An evening at home by the lovely @shinkomiii

[brutermonger]

Oh dear, Yet Another Babygirl that requires my upmost undivided attention and affection. 🥹💖✨

You too are bbygirl Arajin

Senya is also bbygirl and Don't you Dare deny it 🫵

Will 2024 be Another year of Peak Babygirls??

Babygirls Acquired ✅💖

[matt-h3w]

Okay but like Billy Hargrove, right.... We all know his dad sucks ass, but like, comforting Billy after his dad beat him..... Breaks me, but like also like the fluff of it is just Eeeeee. Ya know?

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TW: wounds, abuse mentions, lack of self worth. Slight reference to readers trauma.

G/N reader, sure the man is cannonly straight, but I do it for the girls, the gays, and the theys, and everything in between.

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You enter his room and see him sitting on his bed, head in his hands with cuts and bruises covering his exposed skin you slowly walks over to him, brushing his hair out of his face, speaking softly "hey, what happened to you?" All he could do was look at you, tears starting to form in his eyes. Your lips make contact with his forehead as a form of comfort "it was your dad wasn't it?" You asked, and he nodded the tears spilling out.

His breathes are shaking, as he tries to keep in sobs. No one had ever seen him so vulnerable no one but you. You somehow managed to become something more than just a stranger in a small town. He couldn't manage to figure out just how you slipped between the walls he put up around his heart but there you were, he would never say but he wished your kisses meant more than comforting him. That you holding him was more than pity.

He wished that you loved him more than a friend. You gave him something he thought he could never have, someone to turn to in time of need. Someone to lean on when he felt he couldn't stand. Someone who'll care for him, and love him despite his flaws.

He always told himself he didn't deserve you. He knew he didn't. But yet you were still there by his side holding him close. "Let's get you cleaned up, hmm?" You whisper softly to him, you knew that he had been yelled at earlier and didn't want to make things worse.

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you came back with a first aid kit and had been disinfecting the cuts, and putting bandaids on them if it was needed, you also took the time to make sure his bone weren't broken. He'd wince every now and again, and everytime you'd apologize. It made his heart swell, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for you, you never once hesitated to come to his aid, no matter how late, or how tired you were. He wondered how many nights you'd stay awake just in case he needed you.

He couldn't bare the thought of you losing sleep because of him, he didn't understand why he fell so easily for you, maybe it was the way you never once treated him any less than a person. Or the sarcastic comments you'd make when he was flirting with you. Or the way you didn't put up with his bullshit twords you, if you didn't like how he treated you, he'd get an earful without hesitation.

There was so much he loved about you, he thought you were undeniably beautiful. Regardless if you thought it yourself.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, he looked at you, the concern that filled your gaze made any tensed muscles in his body immediately relax , and his heart melt. His voice came out soft and broken as if he tried to talk to loud he'd cry again. "yeah" and the way you smiled at him, god your smile never failed to make warmth spread through his chest, up his neck, and to his face.

"You know when I heard your voice over the phone.... I wanted to kill him.." You spoke, He had called you, he always did after it got bad, every time his voice would shake and crack, trying not to break right then and there. He felt a sort of guilt run through his veins.

You felt hurt for him, when he didn't want to bare the emotion, you did, when he didn't want to bare the pain, you'd take it, when the weight became too much, you'd lift it off him. He never asked you to, he couldn't ever do that, but you still did, no matter how fucked up things got for you, you never stopped helping him.

That fact alone broke his heart.... You got up and set the first aid kit on his nightstand "do you still have the bag?" You asked gently fixing his hair. He nodded slowly "yeah, I do..." All you did was grab his hands gently, and pull him up, you both knew that he willing let you because if he didn't you wouldn't have been able to move him.

He grab the bag he kept stashed away in his closet, he had it for when he needed to get away, he never stayed away long because of Max. He'd never say it to her face but he really did care about her well-being.

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He found himself in the passenger seat of your car, his bag in the backseat. He would have taken his but the engine would have given him away. He was tapping his fingers on his thighs trying to focus on the road ahead. The car was silent other than the radio playing softly.

He felt your hand slide into his, which made him look at you. With a quick smile, you looked back at the road. He held your hand as if he was scared that when he let go, you'd be gone. You felt the tightness of his grip, it didn't hurt by any means, you felt your heart flutter at the way he clung to you even if it was only holding your hand.

You could never understand why he looked at you the way he did, but you were grateful that he trusted you enough to let you see the side of him that he kept tucked away. That he felt safe enough with you to cry, you knew that it was hard to do that and though seeing him so broken made your heart ache, it also made you so happy to know he'd let himself be vulnerable with you. You finally broke the silence, "you can stay in my room tonight if you want...." You're heart was pounding in your head, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that giving him that option didn't make you nervous. What if it made him uncomfortable.... You felt his grip falter just for a second.

"I'd like that.... If you're sure you're okay with it" his voice was just loud enough to hear. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it" you said, though within a certain perspective some might say that the words that you just spoke were talking down to him. He found them as words of reassurance, telling him you'd never do something that you didn't want to, that caring for him was something you genuinely wanted to do with your time. He found himself falling deeper into love with you with every little moment you shared.

He didn't even realize he was doing it till the back of your hand met his lips. The second he realized what he had done, he glanced over at you, frantically searching for any sigh of discomfort. But all he found was a soft smile displayed upon your lips. He felt your hand flex slightly, giving him a soft squeeze of confirmation that you were okay with his actions.

He pressed his lips further against your skin. Enjoying the smoothness against his mouth. The warmth coming off of you. When he pulled your hand back from his lips, he glanced at you again, though it was dark he could see the rosey color that had adorned your features, the smile that had grown wider, the soft twinkle of appreciation in your eyes as you focused on the road. You had finally reached your driveway, after all you didn't live very far. You didn't let go of his hand until you both got out of the car. He made sure to grab his bag from the backseat before getting out, once the car was locked you slid your hand back in his.

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He had set his bag on the floor of your room, he always love being in it. Surrounded by well.... You... The posters, the comic books, the drawings, the photos, the figurines, the vinyls, the plushies. He even loved the scattered books that you forgot to put away, or the unorganized makeup on the vanity. Even the random trinkets that sat in your windowsill. He has so many memories of late nights he spent with you, even if the reason he was there sucked ass, he loved being with you.

[guanyusgirl]

今天很冷

"Today is cold"

Via Weibo

[boys-cvnts]

But the real question is, would you hold my heart like Elizabeth Swan/Turner holds Will Turners heart in Pirates of the Caribbean At Worlds End? Or how Calypso still loves Davy Jones?

Because if the answer is no? Then I don’t want it

[ithinkimightbeagoose]

ok so y'all know character.ai right

I have 5+ email addresses and I will email them about an optional NSFW toggle daily on all of them

listen, I warned em

Did they heed my warning? No

Did I use my DR name as a signature? Absofuckinglutely

Am I a threat to at least one staff member's sanity? Probably

I cannot be stopped until it happens

maybe I should sleep

maybe I'm just thirsty for Kaeya

[skullfnged]

@pierprincess sent in - flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

he sat there - completely speechless. and that was hard to do for marko. fingers reached out - gripping the stem of the flower ; so delicately he was scared to break it. he couldn't remember the true color of the flower.... was it a bright blue or was it the deep blue under the flickering light of the candles? sometimes he missed the color of the sky - the blue of the ocean instead of a black abyss. this was the first time that he didn't lash out at her - didn't tell her to fuck off.... instead , he adjusted his weight , staring down at the plant like it was a precious treasure - fingers tracing delicate petals. but it would die... like everything does. "thanks...." he whispered ; tearing the stem shorter before grapping a tattered ribbon from the floor. wrapping the fabric around the stem before reaching back and removing the ribbons holding back locks. he replaced it with the flower lined ribbon before returning to pick at his fingers.

[darksigns-exe]

Hi,

I was the anon with life not being kind like a week or two ago and asked for cuddly Noah. Would it be okay to do that again for soft boy hours? Affectionate and soft, just lovey.

Thank you for all the lovely work you do and share with us. ❤️

of course 🩷

if you ever need to talk my dms and inbox are always open

This! Boy!

We have already established that his boy likes a soft slow morning, right? Throughout the week he’s got things he’s doing in the mornings but from Friday to Sunday he’s all yours. You sleep in, spend the morning curled up around each other in bed.

On some mornings you go out for breakfast to a nearby café, on others you stay inside shoulders touching as you sit on the sofa devouring your bowls of cereal. You have a show that you’ve watched a few times already running the background, but really the important thing is quiet words you exchange.

Once your bowls are empty his hand finds its way to your thigh, not in an attempt to start something but just to touch and be close to you. As the morning flows on you find yourself wrapped up in his arms. He’s somehow all around you, warm chest pressing against your back.

Occasionally you feel him pressing soft little kisses against your shoulder and cheek — really wherever he can reach.

He’s more than content to spend all day here with you. Noah (not so) secretly lives for these little, quiet moments when it’s just the two of you.

[credenzafart]

Yeahhhhhh this crush really feels like a lesbian crush I know that makes no sense whatsoever as we’re both men. But that soft innocent need to just spend time with other girls is something that stuck with me even though I don’t feel like a girl. I was a girl in the sense of the community and the life you live as a “girl” growing up and the way other girls hang out with you. I always had a need for that kind of companionship, just the soft, sweet loving companionship that’s a friendship but has something more to it too. Just that feeling like you’re safe and away from all the men and everything bad in the world and you’re just safe with the girls. Just giggling and being dumb and cute together. Doing GIRL SHIT. Idk it’s kinda stupid maybe but it was what told me I was bi when I was growing up. It translated into an attraction to women. I’m attracted to men too but it’s usually in a different way. Key word: usually 😭

It might seem paradoxical but I’m never leaving that feeling behind even as I transition. I don’t want to, it’s a gift. That girl side, the built-in experience of growing up within those communities, that understanding and longing will always be with me.

And daydreaming about my crush makes me feel that way 😭 he just makes me wanna do all the things the girlies do. Because he is Girlie with a capital G. Even though he’s very much a man. In my head when I daydream about being with him I feel that safety 😭😭 and softness and care. I can’t explain it I can’t explain it god please don’t judge me for being in my feelings about a [redacted] this is so fucking dumb like literally who prescribed me the RX to the right to feel this way…

Whatever. I didn’t choose this life it chose me 😤 I’m just trying to cope. Every day a new tiktok comes out that completely incapacitates me. This is embarrassing girl literally where is my crown where is my crown it’s nowhere to be seen

[hedonic-sidhe]

I'd love to wrap my hands around your neck while I had you riding my cock. Gentle, a light squeeze here and there more possessive than anything. Being able to coo and compliment you on how well you were taking me and how good you were being.

Such a cute looking bunny hopping up and down on my cock, stretching your holes and filling you with my cum. I'd have you all open and wet by the time 💕 would want to use you.

Love to start preparing to rest for once you two are done, get all the extra pillows and blankets set up on an extra bed. Maybe a snack board for something light, a couple drinks we prefer.

Love to be able to kiss you all over once we're done with you, help clean you up. Make sure both of you getting settled into a nice clean bed.

Sorry if my thoughts are repetitive, I yearn to take care of people with some horny sprinkled in.

Also 💕 I am a switch, I'm open to any dynamic as long as you both are okay with it as well. (My secret is that I'm usually a bottom but I love taking care of others and have recently discovered being a dom/soft dom is actually wonderful.)

- 🦴

You’re so sweet; fucking me so well and taking such good care of me. I’d love to rest and cuddle and snack with you after everything is done.

[matt-h3w]

This mans is so ✨Fine✨ I can't! 😭😭 Annywaysss..... I'm currently stuck on Billy Hargrove fluff, because that shit make me Ahh! You know? (Also it's an actual recipe y'all, if you wanna make cookies 😅) idgaf if you're not ticklish in this you are okay? Okay.

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Imagine you making cookies with Billy tho 🤩🤩

I try to keep references to gender regarding the reader out of the writing because I want any and all genders to be able to read, unless it's requested other wise. Swear warnings

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Billy decided to show up to your house, the only give away that he was even there was the loud sound of his car engine. Other than that, he was completely unannounced, no heads up, no "hey are you free?" Just drove his happy ass to your place because he felt like it. You were in the middle of looking for a decent cookie recipe when you heard him driving down your street. You were already at the door by the time he pulled up into your driveway.

He didn't even get a chance to knock before you opened the door. Giving him a glare, though you both knew damn well you were being more playful than pissed. "Should have called me first Hargrove" you spoke in an angry tone that was very much not genuine. "Ouch, last name basis today babe?" He joked right along with you. He intentionally put emphasis on the word babe because it always made your face heat up.

You two had an odd relationship, you acted like you were together, dates, kisses, 'I love you', but he'd still sleep around. You knew the only reason for it being open ended was because he was scared that if he made it something serious, it'd hurt more to lose you. You weren't saying that it didn't hurt a little bit, hell it hurts a lot that he wouldn't risk the commitment. But you understood why he had that fear.

"You gonna let me in, or are we going to stand here all day sweetheart?" He said, looking at you with those eyes, the eyes that could be and are your downfall. The blue of then makes the sky jealous. They were mesmerizing pools of ice that you'd let yourself get trapped in. You stepped out of his way, inviting him inside. You always noticed the way he seemed to relax when he was with you. The tension between his broad shoulders immediately disappearing.

"Want to help me make cookies?" Your voice was soft, it almost always was when you talked to him, unless you were teasing each other with snarky comments or sarcastic banter. All he did was look at you, pulling you closer, a small but genuine smile gracing his lips and it made you a flustered mess. "Babe, I will always, always, want to do something if it means I get to spend time with you." His voice came out in a deep soothing tone.

You smiled back at him, then placed a kiss on his cheek, and sure he appreciated that, he wasn't fully satisfied, so when you pulled back, he pulled you back in giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. If your face wasn't red already it definitely was now. He always managed to make you blush no matter how long you two were together.

You pulled away from his embrace, returning to your spot in the kitchen, the Californian boy trailing after you, like a lost puppy. He truly was a golden retriever when it came to it. For one, he followed you around, even when you walked around aimlessly (found that out the hard way) and for two well... His hair, Golden curls that made sunsets in Malibu jealous. The natural wave of it challenged even the best of surfing tides.

"Wanna help me find a recipe?" You asked, looking at him, as you rested your elbows on the island counter. He shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you from behind. "We can do whatever you'd like" is voice was smooth, like velvet. That's it, velvet cookies, but blue instead of red because red was too basic and predictable. You found yourself flipping through the book till you found it, smiling proudly to yourself.

"Red Velvet?" He asked, with a small chuckle "No, they're gonna be blue" you replied with a snippy tone "My bad, my bad, Blue Velvet, sorry darling" his face was now buried in the crook of your neck as he laughed. "Are you laughing at me?!" The obviously over dramatic tone was purely just to pick on him. "No, nope, Nuh uh, I would never" he continued to laugh, causing you to roll your eyes.

You once again pulled away from his grasp, which he didn't seem to happy about, but you started to gather ingredients. "Babe, can you read the ingredients?" You asked as you opened a cupboard grabbing mixing bowls.

"Yeah, uhm, two and one fourths cups of all-purpose flour, two and a half tablespoons of cocoa powder, one and a half teaspoon cornstarch, three fourths teaspoon of baking soda, one half teaspoon of salt. Eight tablespoons or one stick unsalted butter, six tablespoons of vegetable shortening, one and a half cups granulated sugar, one large egg , one large egg yolk, one and a half teaspoons of white vinegar, one and a half teaspoons pure vanilla extract, food coloring preferably gel, White chocolate chips" he read off the list, he didn't stutter or falter, he read it over smoothly, which was quite impressive.

He read it slow enough that you could gather the ingredients as he went. "I said ingredients, not how much of each, but thank you" you teased, kissing his cheek. "You're just upset I can read better than you can" he jibbed back before giving you an actual kiss, his lips pressed against yours, his hands going to your hips. Once he pulled away, you stuck out your tongue in annoyance. He knew he had won.

The two of you grabbed the proper measuring utensils, not wanting to make any unnecessary clean up. "Okay instructions.... Do, do, do, do" you look over the page sorting the ingredients, dry and wet putting them next to their respective bowls. "You should probably start by preheating the oven" he said, smirking at your behavior. "ever heard of Mise en Place?" You said. "Nerd?" He replied, getting an eye roll in return.

He went to the oven, preheating it to three hundred seventy five degrees fahrenheit. (For people that use Celsius it's about 190 degrees) "okay says we have to line our baking sheets with silicone baking mats then set then aside, but you don't own silicone baking mats so, parchment paper?" He said, obviously guessing on what to use for the replacement. "It also doesn't say what sizes baking sheets or how many so, we'll just have to guess" he grabbed parchment paper, and baking sheets from where you set them. The metal of them making a soft clanging sound when they hit the counter.

You leaned over, reading the next instructions out loud "In a small bowl, combine the flour, cocoa powder, cornstarch, baking soda, and salt... Well the bowl isn't really small, but it'll work" you shrugged, you were using a medium sized mixing bowl putting the ingredients listed on the instructions in, at the instructed amounts. "Hey babe, how much is this supposed to make?" Your voice filled his ears, for some reason it made his heart flutter hearing you refer to him as Babe, "uh-," he quickly checked the yield listed at the top "Two dozen" once again he received a kiss on the cheek.

It was moments like these that made him want to commit to you fully, but he was too scared of losing you completely and it hurting more if he did. "I love you" he whispered out, he didn't even realize he said it, but you definitely heard it. "I love you too Billy" when he realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud he looked embarrassed, but relaxed when you pulled his close, smiling at him, sharing a soft kiss. He pressed deeper into the kiss, holding you tighter. The oven beeped, signalling it was done preheating, interrupting the moment between you two.

You continued baking, this time he was holding onto you, snuggling his face against your neck. Kissing you every so often whether it was on your cheek, your neck, the top of your head, your shoulder, or your lips, he was showering you with affection. You finished mixing the dry ingredients, pushing them to the side, so they were out of your way. "Okay, with an electric hand mixer, cream together the butter, shortening, and sugar for five minutes. Add in the egg, egg yolk, vinegar, and vanilla and mix for three to five more minutes until smooth and creamy. Add in the food coloring, a tiny bit at a time, until your desired hue is reached." Billy held the bowl still while I mixed it, "Babe, maybe turn the speed down" he spoke, the speed on the mixer was higher than it probably should have been, which was why it was hard to mix and keep the bowl still with one hand for each.

"shhhh, it's faster this way" you mumbled earning a chuckle from the boy behind you. His arms were on either side, caging you in as he held the bowl because you didn't care enough to actually try to keep it still. "Pewp, bloop, blue.... More blue.... Do you think this is enough blue?" you looked back at him, then at the very blue cookie batter. "Yes, it is definitely blue enough" he pressed a kiss on the side of your head, lips trailing down to your neck in an affectionate manner. "Billy..." You whispered receiving only a hum in response.

The feeling of his breath hitting your neck tickled, causing you to move away a bit while a soft squeal. "Billy, that tickles" "yeah? You know what else will tickle?" You knew what he was gonna do, instinctively shutting off the mixer wrapping your arms around yourself to try to create a barrier between him and and your sides. He managed to slide his fingers between spaces that your arms didn't cover, tickling you.

"Ahh- no Billy stop!" You squeaked, trying not to laugh. He continued to tickle you, he had learned how to tell when you genuinely couldn't handle being tickled anymore so he stop. You tried to catch your breath "you prick" you laughed softly. "You know you love me sweetheart" he said holding you close. "Yeah, yeah whatever" you teased, before continuing to finish the cookies. "Add in the dry ingredients and mix on low until combined." The recipe said "Using a 1 and 1/2 tbsp cookie scoop, scoop cookies onto prepared baking sheets a couple inches apart. Press 8 white chocolates chips into each dough ball." "Oh fuck no" you said as you read it while mixing the dough that was started to form. "What?" Billy said clearly amused by your reaction. "It says to place the chips into the dough after making the balls, fuck that shit" you opened the white chocolate chip bag dumping a half cup into the the bowl, mixing it up. You could hear Billy laugh behind you at your antics. You started to divide the dough into balls guessing the size rather than measuring. "I can hear you laughing at me" you said while finishing a row.

"I have no clue what you're talking about" the blue eyed boy said while still laughing. "Mhm, sure" you made a face at him, scrunching your nose. You had finished the rows carefully placing the cookie sheet into the oven "Bake for 8 minutes." he said, for some reason he was still laughing, at this point you weren't sure why. Setting a timer the two of you stood on the kitchen waiting on the cookies.

He pulled you close, whispering to you "I could get used to this" "used to what?" you spoke as you leaned against him. "You, me, just us, doing whatever, it's nice" he was still whispering. "Billy what are you saying" you raised an eyebrow. He had decided in that moment to commit, to you. Fully. You were the one who stood by him, and made him want to be a better person, the one who understood his behavior, even if you didn't agree with it. "I'm saying, I want it to be you and I, It wasn't fair for me to sleep with random girls when you deserved more, you deserved something solid. I want to commit, I mean it"

You felt your heart flutter, he finally said the thing you needed to hear from him most, "about damn time" you laughed trying not to cry, pulling him into a kiss, it was gentle and loving, but this time it was different, it was the first kiss of you and him being together, actually together. It was nice. Your heart warmed, in fact your entire body felt warm, he had the same feeling spread through his body. He didn't regret his decision, he was glad he had done it.

When you pulled away you both had stupid grins, smiling like idiots in love. Because that's what you were, in love. You waited the rest of the time for the cookies to be done. When the were cool enough you shared them with a glass of milk, holding each other close.

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Dear Gods, I'm done 😭 idk why but this took me so long to finish. Goodbye have a good whatever time it is for you 😭😭

[dvrk]

Yes!! One order of this pls!!🙏🙏

not even anything horny and hot. i just wanna suck on her tits and lay with her :(

[mommavanillabear]

finally posted this new chapter

[lavend3r-stardust]

Shy, whiny, subby boys who look at you like you're the world to them, rutting their hips into your palm as you jerk them off and watch them twitch while you praise them for how good they feel cumming on your hand like a good boy

[f4rgd]

He enjoys being able to give him this, even if the circumstances surrounding them aren't so pleasent this moment is. Fingers are careful but firm in their movements so he work the knots under his fingers in an attempt to relax some of his muscles, he knows he can't work miracles, he has a smith's hands - they're not the most gentle even if he tries to be.

" Even the strongest of warriors need a little flattery every now and then. " There's a grin resting on his lips then and now he just wants to pull him back into him. They're certainly not strangers to getting carried away and he'll never turn that down, but gods, getting to wrap his arms around him is all he needs sometimes - it's enough to make the world and his head silent. " You tell anyone and I may have to kill you, " Hands drop away but fingers curl around Paerin's hips as he steps forwards. " - and then revive you but that is not the point. "

Arms wrap around him and he guides him back whilst he steps forward and then rests his chin on his shoulder. " It is true, maybe you do not bring me quite as much peace but - " He hides his grin with a kiss to Paerin's shoulder and then another to his neck, fingertips working his sides just above his hips. " - it would be boring if you did. "

Blue  eyes  narrow  and  look  back  — just  barely,  just  enough  to  get  a  glimpse  of  him  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eyes  — and  there’s  a  softness  in  that  look.  It’s  a  softness  that  he  doesn’t  show  around  many  others,  and  has  a  warmth  in  it  that  he  hasn’t  bothered  to  conceal  for  a  long,  long  time  now.  "  Flatterer,  "  he  accuses,  though  it’s  a  fond  tease  more  than  anything  else.  It’s  not  as  though  he  hasn’t  been  complimented  before  Aksel  — he’s  strong  and  he’s  ruggedly  pretty  and  there’s  no  denying  it  — but  rarely  has  it  been  so  heartfelt.  

The  thumbs  digging  into  tense  muscle  feels  better  than  he  can  even  begin  to  describe  — it  kind  of  hurts,  because  he’s  stiff  and  tense  and  tired  and  overworked  — but  it’s  that  good  kind  of  hurt  that  makes  him  feel  a  little  weak  in  the  knees  and  makes  him  feel  like  melting  where  he  stands,  especially  when  hands  slip  lower  and  there’s  a  mouth  at  the  back  of  his  neck.  

"  Aye,  I  don’t  know  so  much  about  that,  "  he  protests  with  a  little  laugh,  though  it  makes  him  feel  warm  either  way.  "  But  with  you  I  can  almost  believe  it.  "  He  exhales  slow,  trying  to  keep  his  mind  relaxed  and  not  focused  on  hands  and  the  mouth  at  his  ear;  it  only  kind  of  works.  "  An’  maybe  only  a  little  cheesy.  I  like  it.  Don’t  worry,  I’ll  keep  it  as  our  secret.  "