Says the man who asked for my assistance unmaking his bed. [ comes the prompt response, crisp and clear because thomas is very focused, very present now. he certainly doesn't mind; his chest feels a little tight, lungs expanding to take in a breath after the other.
they both have scars; william is missing a limb and thomas comes with the puckered entry and exit wound of a bullet on his chest, his thigh. it's nothing they haven't seen, felt, touched before, and yet.
there's almost a pause before thomas undoes his trousers, although it is more due to the way william's fingers tighten around his cock than it is out of any concern for scars. almost, only, and then he pushes his trousers down and tosses aside the last of the tape from his knuckles, kicking off his shoes, as naked as william himself, although considerably less wet for the time being. ]
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they both have scars; william is missing a limb and thomas comes with the puckered entry and exit wound of a bullet on his chest, his thigh. it's nothing they haven't seen, felt, touched before, and yet.
there's almost a pause before thomas undoes his trousers, although it is more due to the way william's fingers tighten around his cock than it is out of any concern for scars. almost, only, and then he pushes his trousers down and tosses aside the last of the tape from his knuckles, kicking off his shoes, as naked as william himself, although considerably less wet for the time being. ]