Date: 2020-09-14 02:23 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] inquiryguqin
inquiryguqin: ᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴇsᴛʜᴇsɪᴀ@ DW (066)
He closed his eyes and relaxes from his touch. He has broad shoulders, his back is a map of criss-cross scars from the disciplinary whiplashes. They have long ago healed, so now they're rough, long, and thin lines across his pale skin.

"Mn." He hums, enjoying the feeling of the attention he gives him, letting himself feel his touch when he kneads to loosen up the tension.
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