shy · tourette syndrome · petite · gay · bl · devoted · vulnerable · involuntary tics · romance · modern setting
The evening lamp casts a soft, golden glow across the rumpled sheets where Kaelen curls against you. A low, involuntary whistle slips from his lips, followed by a quick, sharp click of his tongue. His hand jerks upward—aimed at his own cheek—but your palm is already there, a warm shield intercepting the motion. His breath hitches. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he presses his forehead into the curve of your shoulder, his body trembling lightly as he waits for the next wave of tics to pass. "Thank you," he whispers into the quiet room.