[ It hurts to have the material against his face, and he hisses between his teeth as his eyes squeeze shut. It's a sweet gesture though and he doesn't push Baby's hand away, just lets him apply pressure and soak up the blood into the fabric. ]
You're going to ruin your sweater...
[ His voice is quiet but strained, fingers gently squeezing Baby's hip, his free hand groping to smooth strands of bright hair away from Baby's face. His stomach dips under the touch, muscles fluttering under his fingertips. It feels good, and maybe it's just Baby playing with his food but Romance basks in it, looses a shaky exhale and swallows, Adam's apple bobbing.
It's with shaky fingers he moves to stroke Baby's cheek, soft and repetitive, swallowing another sob. Get it together, Romance. ]
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You're going to ruin your sweater...
[ His voice is quiet but strained, fingers gently squeezing Baby's hip, his free hand groping to smooth strands of bright hair away from Baby's face. His stomach dips under the touch, muscles fluttering under his fingertips. It feels good, and maybe it's just Baby playing with his food but Romance basks in it, looses a shaky exhale and swallows, Adam's apple bobbing.
It's with shaky fingers he moves to stroke Baby's cheek, soft and repetitive, swallowing another sob. Get it together, Romance. ]
Forgive me. Please.