[There was that whole idea that they might NOT go away, but something in the back of his head kept nagging at him that it was possible. Like he should already know how they can be hidden within his being, like it was just something natural. What about any of this is natural, why does he feel this way? Why isn't he freaking out more about this?
He's distracted the moment Michael get his hands on him again. He gasps this time as the appendages are stretched slightly, fingers roughly pressing into them in an attempt to help them go away. He can't suppress the heated shudder as that slumbering part of him reacts to the forceful nature of it all and he can't help but to press a hand to the wall for support.]
Michael. Stop. That's not helping. I can't concentrate with your hands on me.
[There's that fluster again and damn it all why does he want more of those rough touches. This is his brother, not some random lover he picked up at the Rabbit Hole. He swallows it down so as not to allow his body a reaction, pushing whatever risque thoughts out of his head.]
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He's distracted the moment Michael get his hands on him again. He gasps this time as the appendages are stretched slightly, fingers roughly pressing into them in an attempt to help them go away. He can't suppress the heated shudder as that slumbering part of him reacts to the forceful nature of it all and he can't help but to press a hand to the wall for support.]
Michael. Stop. That's not helping. I can't concentrate with your hands on me.
[There's that fluster again and damn it all why does he want more of those rough touches. This is his brother, not some random lover he picked up at the Rabbit Hole. He swallows it down so as not to allow his body a reaction, pushing whatever risque thoughts out of his head.]