[It's a sentiment that Bruno would definitely be able to relate to, were he capable of that much thought at the moment. Before arriving in this world he would have sincerely doubted he'd ever feel anyone's touch.
The fact that he's felt rather a lot of people's touch in the last few months doesn't mean a lot, though. Every time feels like the first time for him, he's that sentimental. And that insatiably hungry for any kind of contact.
His breathing grows harsh and the hand that isn't twined in Otto's hair clutches blindly at the cushions. A moment later, though, he has some of those locks in a fist, though it's a strangely light pull, as though his hand isn't entirely there.
He shivers, hard, babbling incoherently for a moment before falling back into moaning as his climax whirls around him, catches him up, sends him sailing into oblivion.
Bruno turns a few interesting colours as he stifles his cries, the internal storm of orgasm sending soft green and blue lights flowing over his skin.]
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The fact that he's felt rather a lot of people's touch in the last few months doesn't mean a lot, though. Every time feels like the first time for him, he's that sentimental. And that insatiably hungry for any kind of contact.
His breathing grows harsh and the hand that isn't twined in Otto's hair clutches blindly at the cushions. A moment later, though, he has some of those locks in a fist, though it's a strangely light pull, as though his hand isn't entirely there.
He shivers, hard, babbling incoherently for a moment before falling back into moaning as his climax whirls around him, catches him up, sends him sailing into oblivion.
Bruno turns a few interesting colours as he stifles his cries, the internal storm of orgasm sending soft green and blue lights flowing over his skin.]