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sinful_sorin (sinful_sorin) wrote in anon_rpg,

Sorin groaned in a mixture of frustration and humor as Gideon mumbled incoherently and only nestled closer to him. The hand that was suddenly on his thigh only helped to muddy the situation in his mind, because out of nowhere it felt less dangerous and more sexual. The warm weight on his chest abruptly registered as the closest thing to human contact he'd had in a long time, and where Gideon's right hand curled into the fabric at his shoulder, something about the clutching grip reached for some long hidden warmth within him.

Still struggling against his innate desire to escape, Sorin raised his right hand and stroked the space between Gideon's shoulder blades rhythmically. Touching rather than being immobile and pinned helped to return an iota of power, and he found himself calming as he petted the other man.

Finally, his body gave an involuntary shudder and the tension drained from him. The manic quality of his stroking hand settled, and then the touch was slow and pleasant. Caught totally off guard, something akin to yearning blossomed in his chest, and still reeling from his terror-filled waking, Sorin found himself undeniably lonely.

Badly thrown by the emotional whiplash, he desperately needed a little space between the two of them. His touch became more forceful as he ran his hand through Gideon's hair and along his cheek and jaw, speaking softly.

"Gideon. Gideon. Please awake up." Caressing circles with his thumb onto Gideon's cheek, he finally saw the other man's eyes flicker half-open and confessed with as much warmth as he could conjure, "You're cuddling me and I'm starting to like it."