He turns his head, presses a kiss to the side of Wei Ying's head gently as his hands keep moving, the cloth sliding over his skin, his touches gentle as he focuses on spreading soap over his skin and then rinsing it. He's still then for a moment before he steps back, letting him rinse as he collects the shampoo he uses on his own hair, lathering his hands.
And then he's working it through Wei Ying's hair slowly, fingers massaging his scalp as he does, the simple act of cleaning him up doing its' own work to soothe his own need to touch, to know he's still real.
"..Stay with me." It's quiet, his fingers stilling for a moment, uncertainty in his voice that he can't quite disguise as much as he'd like to.
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on 2020-01-29 12:58 pm (UTC)And then he's working it through Wei Ying's hair slowly, fingers massaging his scalp as he does, the simple act of cleaning him up doing its' own work to soothe his own need to touch, to know he's still real.
"..Stay with me." It's quiet, his fingers stilling for a moment, uncertainty in his voice that he can't quite disguise as much as he'd like to.
"...This time, stay."