[ Erik burrows his face against Charles' shoulder and laughs softly. He breathes him in, feeling the weight of him in his arms, the warmth of his body against his. All of his unhappiness about their situation feeling farther away, more manageable, with the scent of Charles in his nose and the feeling of his fond amusement in his thoughts. It still doesn't seem real after so many decades. ]
Try not to get too many callouses. [ He folds his fingers around Charles' and lifts them to his lips. ] I like your soft hands.
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Try not to get too many callouses. [ He folds his fingers around Charles' and lifts them to his lips. ] I like your soft hands.