[ Fenris rears up like a striking cobra, causing Rafe to sit back heavily in his lap only partly to keep his balance. Much more than that is the surprise that leaves him reeling because while Fenris hasn't shown one ounce of hesitation since first laying hands on him, it's still impossible to wrap his head around. He's spent three months staring down his reflection in disgust, itching to peel off his skin until he found himself again, yet here Fenris is. Eager. Hungry. Barely able to keep his claws off of him.
It doesn't make sense and the disconnect leaves him staring in blank surprise before again, that clenched jaw, that determination sharpens his features. He can dissect this all later, tear it apart and piece it back together in a way that he can but right now—
Control. He's had almost none since washing up in this place; now that he's faced with an opportunity for it, he won't let it slip through his fingers. It's as heady a sensation as anything physical and he chases headlong after it, one hand curling at the nape of Fenris's neck to pull him into another demanding kiss while he continues that unforgiving grind. ]
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winterfish
cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Date: 2020-12-06 05:19 am (UTC)It doesn't make sense and the disconnect leaves him staring in blank surprise before again, that clenched jaw, that determination sharpens his features. He can dissect this all later, tear it apart and piece it back together in a way that he can but right now—
Control. He's had almost none since washing up in this place; now that he's faced with an opportunity for it, he won't let it slip through his fingers. It's as heady a sensation as anything physical and he chases headlong after it, one hand curling at the nape of Fenris's neck to pull him into another demanding kiss while he continues that unforgiving grind. ]