[ Gods, he's so embarrassed that the tips of his ears practically burn bright cherry red with shame. Discussing his hang-ups is the opposite of sexy. It's a reminder of all the ways he falls short, that he's damaged beyond repair. He doesn't move, not yet, save for sinking a little deeper into the water. ]
It hasn't always felt— pleasurable.
[ Another understatement. Few people ever gave a shit if he was enjoying himself. If they had cared, maybe they would have noticed how miserable he was.
Iorveth isn't like that, of course. Iorveth doesn't see him as only a means to an end, wouldn't use him like a tool without regard for his feelings. Iorveth loves him, as unbelievable as it feels to be loved by someone. ]
...But if it's you, [ he adds, ] I doubt there's any way you could touch me that wouldn't drive me mad.
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[ Gods, he's so embarrassed that the tips of his ears practically burn bright cherry red with shame. Discussing his hang-ups is the opposite of sexy. It's a reminder of all the ways he falls short, that he's damaged beyond repair. He doesn't move, not yet, save for sinking a little deeper into the water. ]
It hasn't always felt— pleasurable.
[ Another understatement. Few people ever gave a shit if he was enjoying himself. If they had cared, maybe they would have noticed how miserable he was.
Iorveth isn't like that, of course. Iorveth doesn't see him as only a means to an end, wouldn't use him like a tool without regard for his feelings. Iorveth loves him, as unbelievable as it feels to be loved by someone. ]
...But if it's you, [ he adds, ] I doubt there's any way you could touch me that wouldn't drive me mad.