Ric paused when Elijah's fingers curled around his wrist, but only for a half-second or so - less than the space between beats of his heart, anyway. The whimper reminded him of the discussions they'd had, about sex and about touch in general, and how Elijah had responded to being touched at all.
That steadied Ric, sad as it may have been. Because it tugged at his heart. He curled tighter against Elijah, pressed as close as he could be, with his hair ruffling the hair at the nape of Elijah's neck. He didn't speed up or get any rougher, just got a little bit more sure and slowly, steadily, and lightly stroked Elijah. The feel of Elijah in his hand, the weight of it familiar in a way. It was pretty much a show and tell of how he touched himself, sure, but it didn't seem like Elijah was objecting, and when something got a bit more reaction, he did more of it. Fingers brushing those spots, a particular kind of twist to his wrist. The push back or slight forward glide of Elijah's foreskin.
Whatever worked, slow and steady and with... quite a bit of comfort, once he emotionally engaged.
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Date: 2013-06-15 01:14 pm (UTC)That steadied Ric, sad as it may have been. Because it tugged at his heart. He curled tighter against Elijah, pressed as close as he could be, with his hair ruffling the hair at the nape of Elijah's neck. He didn't speed up or get any rougher, just got a little bit more sure and slowly, steadily, and lightly stroked Elijah. The feel of Elijah in his hand, the weight of it familiar in a way. It was pretty much a show and tell of how he touched himself, sure, but it didn't seem like Elijah was objecting, and when something got a bit more reaction, he did more of it. Fingers brushing those spots, a particular kind of twist to his wrist. The push back or slight forward glide of Elijah's foreskin.
Whatever worked, slow and steady and with... quite a bit of comfort, once he emotionally engaged.
And he'd certainly engaged, emotionally.