[It’s a weapon of war; you’re not really “gentle” with something like that outside of taking care of it and such. Shiro’s never really had to do maintenance on it either, though he’s poked around at it a few times and let Pidge do the same occasionally. Does he think Mananan can be gentle with his arm? Yes. Does he think there could be energy involved? … He’s… not sure. But wouldn’t count it out. Shiro’s pretty sure his angel will at least talk about wanting to do something with his arm first if he does. Right now, the gentle touches to his body is more distracting and enjoyable.
His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.
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Date: 2019-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.