[Six is hesitant for several more moments, eyes darting from Nehan's face to somewhere in the middle distance before finally settling back on Nehan. As his words sink in, a steely look sets into his expression, and he takes a few careful moments to try to dry his eyes.
...He's never done this before—touched anyone like this. He never imagined he'd find anyone who wanted to do it, and he hasn't found anyone he's wanted to touch like this in the first place.
But Nehan...maybe he can see himself doing this with him.
Not like he has a choice now, given Nehan's words.]
...Nehan...
[He wants to reach down to wipe away his tears too, but he of all people should never be the one who dictates whether or not Nehan gets to cry.
He runs a hand down Nehan's clothed chest, then back up, fingers idly picking at a button.]
...Understood.
[To be perfectly frank, he doesn't understand, not entirely. He thinks there are some parts he does understand—Nehan's insistence that he continue, that he offer the attention and gentleness he hinted at providing despite his own discomfort—
—It almost seems like a test. To test how serious he is about being gentle and kind with him? His commitment in the face of personal discomfort?
In the end, it doesn't matter. He leans down to kiss Nehan again, undoes that button, and then the next one down, and the next one...
There's no point in gentle touches until he can apply them to Nehan's bare skin, scars and wounds and a history of misery carved into it.]
If you change your mind...then tell me.
[But if he allows this to continue, then Six will keep his word and follow through.]
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...He's never done this before—touched anyone like this. He never imagined he'd find anyone who wanted to do it, and he hasn't found anyone he's wanted to touch like this in the first place.
But Nehan...maybe he can see himself doing this with him.
Not like he has a choice now, given Nehan's words.]
...Nehan...
[He wants to reach down to wipe away his tears too, but he of all people should never be the one who dictates whether or not Nehan gets to cry.
He runs a hand down Nehan's clothed chest, then back up, fingers idly picking at a button.]
...Understood.
[To be perfectly frank, he doesn't understand, not entirely. He thinks there are some parts he does understand—Nehan's insistence that he continue, that he offer the attention and gentleness he hinted at providing despite his own discomfort—
—It almost seems like a test. To test how serious he is about being gentle and kind with him? His commitment in the face of personal discomfort?
In the end, it doesn't matter. He leans down to kiss Nehan again, undoes that button, and then the next one down, and the next one...
There's no point in gentle touches until he can apply them to Nehan's bare skin, scars and wounds and a history of misery carved into it.]
If you change your mind...then tell me.
[But if he allows this to continue, then Six will keep his word and follow through.]