[ As much as his body language, his actions, his eye line all seem keyed into Petrana, he is aware of Julius' movements across the bed, his settling behind him, and there is something mildly startling, still, of a touch from behind when his focus is forwards on a warm body. He is in no rush to get used to it.
He shifts a little at the trailing touch of her fingers at his thigh, the odd dual sensations of unfeeling scar tissue and sensitivity surrounding it.
(In this midst of all this, an intrusive memory—not of the original blows that had marked him, but of the ice-hot searing pain that had reopened these scars he'd lived through in a dream. The numbness of his leg, the fresh splitting of muscle and bone striped around his torso. Tasting blood. Derrica, rising up from where she'd collapsed, swinging—)
(—no, not now.)
Likewise, his touches to her stay shallow, light. His fingers push only a little deeper past the gathering slickness of her and then drag back before he can breach her, his body curling forwards against her as beckoned. Not all the way over her, not yet, save to stretch out beneath where Julius' hand rests on him. ]
We've some advantages, [ he says, quiet, lazy, accent likely thicker for it. His eyes are on Petana but it's to Julius he says, ] How does she like to be touched?
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He shifts a little at the trailing touch of her fingers at his thigh, the odd dual sensations of unfeeling scar tissue and sensitivity surrounding it.
(In this midst of all this, an intrusive memory—not of the original blows that had marked him, but of the ice-hot searing pain that had reopened these scars he'd lived through in a dream. The numbness of his leg, the fresh splitting of muscle and bone striped around his torso. Tasting blood. Derrica, rising up from where she'd collapsed, swinging—)
(—no, not now.)
Likewise, his touches to her stay shallow, light. His fingers push only a little deeper past the gathering slickness of her and then drag back before he can breach her, his body curling forwards against her as beckoned. Not all the way over her, not yet, save to stretch out beneath where Julius' hand rests on him. ]
We've some advantages, [ he says, quiet, lazy, accent likely thicker for it. His eyes are on Petana but it's to Julius he says, ] How does she like to be touched?