Right now, if they really were the only two people in the world, Mitch would be hard-pressed to mind. This is good, amazingly good to have come from a start so bad.
He smiles, at the answer and the laughter. (Just the existence of laughter means nothing, he knows, so far as J's state of mind goes. But the tone of it is encouraging.) "Good." The cut-up shirt, he pulls away from J's chest, and down his arms, baring his torso and shoulders. A whole canvas for him to explore. For him to experiment with. "Let me know if you want me to stop," he tells him. Just in case. Just so that he's said it.
He starts shifting back and forth again, steadier and more prolonged pressure. Rocks forward, and moans as the knife-tip breaks J's skin again, a little to the right of the first cut.
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He smiles, at the answer and the laughter. (Just the existence of laughter means nothing, he knows, so far as J's state of mind goes. But the tone of it is encouraging.) "Good." The cut-up shirt, he pulls away from J's chest, and down his arms, baring his torso and shoulders. A whole canvas for him to explore. For him to experiment with. "Let me know if you want me to stop," he tells him. Just in case. Just so that he's said it.
He starts shifting back and forth again, steadier and more prolonged pressure. Rocks forward, and moans as the knife-tip breaks J's skin again, a little to the right of the first cut.