Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

whatever simmers at the core, he doesn’t want to ruin… whatever this is. the casual shift. it ought to mean nothing, just like every fling before it—
the grooming is a nice distraction, one that he leans into, his head tilts again, allowing access to wherever he wants. usually he isn’t about the afterglow cuddles, not with strangers. but this is jaime, and he’s coming to realize he trusts him in more ways than one.
he stretches slightly with a mellow hum, legs pushing downward away from jaime, like a cat lounging in the sun, before the tension eases and he feels boneless—weightless yet heavy all the same, unwilling to get up.