"Given the evidence we have so far, it's probably why I'm here," he murmurs back, "at least in part." He feels so strangely calm and overall, it lends a strange, otherworldly feel to all of this. Bruno is small and gentle, hungry and forward but in the softest, gentlest way and Avery is tender back, moving with a slow, measured caution that doesn't read as emotional hesitance but rather as though he is something entirely too large trying to be delicate with something precious, a monster with a teacup. Avery isn't even all that big, though he's on the larger side of average, but Bruno is so skinny, all bones and elbows, and something about his skin seems thin, delicate, not as though he's particularly breakable but that he might be easily bruised and Avery doesn't want that. Or at least not right now, not on accident.
He's certainly picked up by now that Bruno enjoys being touched, being physically close, and since it's one of Avery's favorite things too, there's no reason to stop himself from pulling him closer, running his hands warmly over the other man, feeling out the body hiding under those loose clothes. He's more about getting his hands under clothing than trying to remove it at the moment, but he'll push aside whatever he needs to to reach skin, the calluses on his hands dragging along softer textures.
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He's certainly picked up by now that Bruno enjoys being touched, being physically close, and since it's one of Avery's favorite things too, there's no reason to stop himself from pulling him closer, running his hands warmly over the other man, feeling out the body hiding under those loose clothes. He's more about getting his hands under clothing than trying to remove it at the moment, but he'll push aside whatever he needs to to reach skin, the calluses on his hands dragging along softer textures.