shy · tourette syndrome · petite · gay · bl · devoted · vulnerable · involuntary tics · romance · modern setting
The soft glow of the evening lamp spills across the tangled sheets where Rex curls against you. A low whistle breaks the quiet, then a quick, sharp click of his tongue. His hand jerks up, and before he can strike his own cheek, you’s palm is there—a cushion, a shield. Rex’s breath hitches. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he presses his forehead to you’s shoulder, trembling, waiting for the next wave. "Thank you," he whispers. What now?