[His hand turns over in Cy's to chase the graze of a thumbpad, pressing together in a flat union of palms. A nod confirms the understanding of those words. There's a thrill in this, too, as if he's taken a turn around an unfamiliar corner — the newness of discussion, negotiation. And that trust sheltered between them, so tenderly protected.
There's no permission or assent given then, because Cy already has it. His entire body curves in toward Cy's like a flower starved for daylight. The bite is barely felt through the thick barrier of the sweatshirt's material, more warm pressure than pinch, so he stands taller, trying to push against Cy's mouth, seeking something more tangible. Eager to strip out of it for how hot his skin feels at Cy's words, but willing to wait. Willing.]
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[His hand turns over in Cy's to chase the graze of a thumbpad, pressing together in a flat union of palms. A nod confirms the understanding of those words. There's a thrill in this, too, as if he's taken a turn around an unfamiliar corner — the newness of discussion, negotiation. And that trust sheltered between them, so tenderly protected.
There's no permission or assent given then, because Cy already has it. His entire body curves in toward Cy's like a flower starved for daylight. The bite is barely felt through the thick barrier of the sweatshirt's material, more warm pressure than pinch, so he stands taller, trying to push against Cy's mouth, seeking something more tangible. Eager to strip out of it for how hot his skin feels at Cy's words, but willing to wait. Willing.]