He can't help but laugh at that, more than a little breathless,
"I suppose it is a bit difficult to go back to saving the world if my legs don't work. And easier still for you if I don't... mmm... don't want to fight it," it's still in the same playful tone and his hips work again in a single, languid roll, but it's as much a confession as it is play, voicing a desire he has a hard time speaking in earnest, but will bring up again and again and again as some kind of bedroom game.
Claim me. Keep me. Take care of me, when no one else can. If he's forced to stay, if there's an excuse, it seems so much less like he's letting other people down and more like just something that's happened, like a stopped train or a lost item.
He looks at Phillip curiously when he moves to his hand. The curious look continues while he works at his fingers a bit, while the touch is lighter, but as soon as he starts to really work the tension out of the meat of his palm, he's coming as much unspooled against him as he did for his back.
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"I suppose it is a bit difficult to go back to saving the world if my legs don't work. And easier still for you if I don't... mmm... don't want to fight it," it's still in the same playful tone and his hips work again in a single, languid roll, but it's as much a confession as it is play, voicing a desire he has a hard time speaking in earnest, but will bring up again and again and again as some kind of bedroom game.
Claim me. Keep me. Take care of me, when no one else can. If he's forced to stay, if there's an excuse, it seems so much less like he's letting other people down and more like just something that's happened, like a stopped train or a lost item.
He looks at Phillip curiously when he moves to his hand. The curious look continues while he works at his fingers a bit, while the touch is lighter, but as soon as he starts to really work the tension out of the meat of his palm, he's coming as much unspooled against him as he did for his back.