Fuck. Well, that kind of dick move suited his comfort level best, it was true. Warmth and tenderness raised too many questions. Kindness wasn't to be trusted easily. He just shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing.
Under his shirt and all the blood was a lot more scarring than on his hands and arms. Whip marks, and not from silly kinky play in someone's basement. Burns. Stab wounds and claw marks and bullet holes. Unlike on his hands and arms, only most of it was smooth and pale. Some of it was raised and angry, only a few years old. It ran the whole range from there.
On his lower back, right where a tramp stamp might be, someone had distinctly carved TH. That one was really old... and hey, those could be his initials! Maybe he'd done it to himself.
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Fuck. Well, that kind of dick move suited his comfort level best, it was true. Warmth and tenderness raised too many questions. Kindness wasn't to be trusted easily. He just shut his eyes and concentrated on breathing.
Under his shirt and all the blood was a lot more scarring than on his hands and arms. Whip marks, and not from silly kinky play in someone's basement. Burns. Stab wounds and claw marks and bullet holes. Unlike on his hands and arms, only most of it was smooth and pale. Some of it was raised and angry, only a few years old. It ran the whole range from there.
On his lower back, right where a tramp stamp might be, someone had distinctly carved TH. That one was really old... and hey, those could be his initials! Maybe he'd done it to himself.