[Six stills in his ministrations, eyebrows furrowed just a bit, but he does as Nehan asks, removing the mask from the side of his face with slightly trembling fingers. He can't ask anything of Nehan if he's not showing vulnerability in return.
He's still visibly flushed, ears pressed flat against his head, unused to the sensation of having them whispered into, as Nehan runs his fingers through his hair. It's a nice feeling, though, and they flick back into their default position as Six leans into Nehan's touch.
He's got all the warmth he could ask for on the Grandcypher, but Nehan's voice in his ear is more akin to heat than to warmth.
He carefully slides Nehan's shirt and jacket off entirely, lifting him by the shoulders just enough to remove them, kissing down his arms and every scar on his hands, as well. They're even more calloused than some seasoned fighters, between the scar tissue and his own work as a physician.
When he makes eye contact with Nehan, it's prolonged and a little more confident—now that he's gotten a reaction out of Nehan, he's feeling a bit better about things.
...Though he drops it again shortly, to begin undressing himself. A perfectly toned chest, well-honed arms, and a wiry, slender frame—Six's body is the epitome of health, in stark contrast to Nehan's.
Having stripped above the waist in a show of solidarity and vulnerability, returns his attention to Nehan. Now that he's sure he's kissed every scar on his upper body without flipping him over like a fish, it's time to start making him feel good.
Six traces circles around Nehan's nipples with the pads of his thumbs, leaning down to suck a small mark onto his pale throat, electricity leaping down his spine and settling at the base of it with every quiet noise Nehan makes.]
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He's still visibly flushed, ears pressed flat against his head, unused to the sensation of having them whispered into, as Nehan runs his fingers through his hair. It's a nice feeling, though, and they flick back into their default position as Six leans into Nehan's touch.
He's got all the warmth he could ask for on the Grandcypher, but Nehan's voice in his ear is more akin to heat than to warmth.
He carefully slides Nehan's shirt and jacket off entirely, lifting him by the shoulders just enough to remove them, kissing down his arms and every scar on his hands, as well. They're even more calloused than some seasoned fighters, between the scar tissue and his own work as a physician.
When he makes eye contact with Nehan, it's prolonged and a little more confident—now that he's gotten a reaction out of Nehan, he's feeling a bit better about things.
...Though he drops it again shortly, to begin undressing himself. A perfectly toned chest, well-honed arms, and a wiry, slender frame—Six's body is the epitome of health, in stark contrast to Nehan's.
Having stripped above the waist in a show of solidarity and vulnerability, returns his attention to Nehan. Now that he's sure he's kissed every scar on his upper body without flipping him over like a fish, it's time to start making him feel good.
Six traces circles around Nehan's nipples with the pads of his thumbs, leaning down to suck a small mark onto his pale throat, electricity leaping down his spine and settling at the base of it with every quiet noise Nehan makes.]