[ He glances up, sees Martin fervently staring at a wall, and now there's the warmth of a smile in his voice. ]
You can look, you know. I believe that was the point. [ He moves obediently when asked, eyes still not quite on Martin. At those fingers on the bare skin of his back, he tenses for a moment; then consciously relaxes. He leans back, just fractionally, against Martin's fingers.
Massive and made of eyes. He can't help the little, hissed sigh. ] Of course it would be.
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You can look, you know. I believe that was the point. [ He moves obediently when asked, eyes still not quite on Martin. At those fingers on the bare skin of his back, he tenses for a moment; then consciously relaxes. He leans back, just fractionally, against Martin's fingers.
Massive and made of eyes. He can't help the little, hissed sigh. ] Of course it would be.