[There isn't really any way to respond anymore, not without bringing more touch into the equation, reaching out with his other hand. Something about that feels like it's going to break this. Like if he does too much, it'll scare Emery off. Or maybe he'll just lose his nerve if he tests it too much. Not something he ever would have worried about before, but it's a thought in the back of his head.
So he just lays there and lets Emery do what he wants, which -- if you asked him, he would've thought maybe that would make it different. Less intense, less all-consuming. If anything, it feels more; without nothing to do and no other input to pay attention to, all he can do is focus on the feelings the gentle touches spark off through him. It draws a soft noise out of him without intending to make it, barely loud enough to be audible even in the stillness, his fingers flexing slightly against the blanket like he doesn't know what to do with himself.]
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So he just lays there and lets Emery do what he wants, which -- if you asked him, he would've thought maybe that would make it different. Less intense, less all-consuming. If anything, it feels more; without nothing to do and no other input to pay attention to, all he can do is focus on the feelings the gentle touches spark off through him. It draws a soft noise out of him without intending to make it, barely loud enough to be audible even in the stillness, his fingers flexing slightly against the blanket like he doesn't know what to do with himself.]