His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
Also not how you would have wanted her between your thighs, but the body makes its demands you suppose, and right now your arm is speaking louder than your cock. "Better when it's warm. Never really goes away." Another shrug. You're getting a handle on the pain now that the initial shock is over, your breath becoming even again as you simply endure.
You don't want to look at her when she touches your chin because you don't want to see that ugly thing on her face. Oh, it isn't rejection you're afraid of, it's pity. Pity for the beach boy with the bum arm, the gnarly bite that never stopped hurting because it never quite healed. A harsh, mirthless laugh leaves your throat: "Ain't cut it off yet," you point out, but slip your fingers under the brace anyway, slowly pulling it down. Might as well rip off that particular bandaid earlier than later.
The mangled mass that is your upper arm is... well, just that. Ugly on the outside with its missing flesh and muscle and mess of scar tissue, worse on the inside where the bone that broke beneath the impact never came together quite right. "I know, I know. It's gorgeous." Sarcasm and amusement drips from your voice, but there's something deeply vulnerable in your eyes as you scan her face for reaction. "Docs said it's a miracle I can move the thing at all, let alone lift shit. An' that I prob'ly shouldn't, but..."
Again you shrug, causing another familiar jolt of pain.
You don't want to look at her when she touches your chin because you don't want to see that ugly thing on her face. Oh, it isn't rejection you're afraid of, it's pity. Pity for the beach boy with the bum arm, the gnarly bite that never stopped hurting because it never quite healed. A harsh, mirthless laugh leaves your throat: "Ain't cut it off yet," you point out, but slip your fingers under the brace anyway, slowly pulling it down. Might as well rip off that particular bandaid earlier than later.
The mangled mass that is your upper arm is... well, just that. Ugly on the outside with its missing flesh and muscle and mess of scar tissue, worse on the inside where the bone that broke beneath the impact never came together quite right. "I know, I know. It's gorgeous." Sarcasm and amusement drips from your voice, but there's something deeply vulnerable in your eyes as you scan her face for reaction. "Docs said it's a miracle I can move the thing at all, let alone lift shit. An' that I prob'ly shouldn't, but..."
Again you shrug, causing another familiar jolt of pain.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
