[baby can feel his face burning with shame, especially because he doesn't have to see romance's face to know he's crying. it makes his own eyes sting too, his heart still hammering against his ribs, the motion almost painful. part of him wishes it would stop, the same part of him that almost wishes romance would have torn him apart, but then who would be left for romance? it shouldn't be him; he's a ferocious little monster, the whole reason this got started, and now he has to remember how to make things better.
it becomes easier as romance kisses along his skin, nosing in close until it's almost uncomfortable, but he's realizing that it's helping him stop shaking and again, he breathes in, deep and slow, and exhales after a couple of seconds, his hands still moving along romance's arms. it'll be okay, he wants to say, yet he can't seem to find his voice to actually reassure him.
at least he can return romance's gestures. he shifts and wraps both arms around him once they're chest-to-chest, one hand skimming up and down his back, a soft little sigh passing between them when their lips meet. one arm stays in place around him, but the hand he's using to roam over his back hesitates, briefly tapping at his shoulder before reaching to gently touch the bloody marks he's left behind on romance's face. the heat, it almost burns, and that's the only reason he draws back, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes as he finally finds enough courage to say it:] You'll be okay.
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it becomes easier as romance kisses along his skin, nosing in close until it's almost uncomfortable, but he's realizing that it's helping him stop shaking and again, he breathes in, deep and slow, and exhales after a couple of seconds, his hands still moving along romance's arms. it'll be okay, he wants to say, yet he can't seem to find his voice to actually reassure him.
at least he can return romance's gestures. he shifts and wraps both arms around him once they're chest-to-chest, one hand skimming up and down his back, a soft little sigh passing between them when their lips meet. one arm stays in place around him, but the hand he's using to roam over his back hesitates, briefly tapping at his shoulder before reaching to gently touch the bloody marks he's left behind on romance's face. the heat, it almost burns, and that's the only reason he draws back, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes as he finally finds enough courage to say it:] You'll be okay.