[ He crackles a laugh, content to sit and touch, be touched in return. With Bruce's hands on his shoulders, feeling out the cap, the span of his shoulder blade, where they sink into the meat of his back? It's not the strangest thing someone's found fascinating about him. Curious and a little trollish he rolls his shoulders under Bruce's hand. Shrugs. Shifts. Flexes and tenses them, letting Bruce feel every subtle shift and twist.
It doesn't do much for him, probably like Bruce with the shotgunning, but- doing something that DOES it for Bruce? More than worthwhile. ]
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[ He crackles a laugh, content to sit and touch, be touched in return. With Bruce's hands on his shoulders, feeling out the cap, the span of his shoulder blade, where they sink into the meat of his back? It's not the strangest thing someone's found fascinating about him. Curious and a little trollish he rolls his shoulders under Bruce's hand. Shrugs. Shifts. Flexes and tenses them, letting Bruce feel every subtle shift and twist.
It doesn't do much for him, probably like Bruce with the shotgunning, but- doing something that DOES it for Bruce? More than worthwhile. ]