[His voice is low, and there's a halting sense to it, as if the words keep getting caught in his throat.
The rubbing both calms and tenses him, but he says nothing, dipping his head lower under the attention. His lips carefully brush against John's jaw now, just under the ear. His mouth is just barely away from skin as he speaks.]
no subject
[His voice is low, and there's a halting sense to it, as if the words keep getting caught in his throat.
The rubbing both calms and tenses him, but he says nothing, dipping his head lower under the attention. His lips carefully brush against John's jaw now, just under the ear. His mouth is just barely away from skin as he speaks.]
This... isn't my area.
[A bit of a joke? Yes.]