[He shudders a little when Emery makes contact, the way he suddenly relaxes again setting him off balance. Or maybe it's just the touch by itself. He honestly doesn't know at this point, any more than he really knows what they're doing here. But it feels too good to complain about that. Every spot Emery touches feels like it's lighting up, spreading out through him.
It's hard to lie there and be touched without responding. His hand twists a little after a few moments, fingers brushing through Emery's hair lightly. It's a little more familiar than most of this, which doesn't help with the way all of this makes him feel a little off-kilter. Still not enough to mind, just enough to notice.]
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It's hard to lie there and be touched without responding. His hand twists a little after a few moments, fingers brushing through Emery's hair lightly. It's a little more familiar than most of this, which doesn't help with the way all of this makes him feel a little off-kilter. Still not enough to mind, just enough to notice.]