It was a long time since someone had touched him like that, gentle hands on his cheeks but as much as it was intimate Bill could nearly taste the fear there. That noise so desperate and yet not keening and urging more something that had Bill ready to check on him before he told him he couldn't.
He kept his hand on Dan's side, steady and warm not resting but holding firm. He did stop kissing him though in favour of breathing in his honest protests. "It's alright," Bill finished for him, voice a little thick from the sweetness of Dan's tongue in his mouth. Of course that wasn't what it was at all, but it was that too.
"It's alright," Bill soothed again, a little softer and he didn't continue like he was placating him to get his way. What was it with Bill and a habit of taking a liking to the broken? He stroked Dan's cheek, holding him still where he was with the weight of him because it wasn't like he'd pushed him away. "You don't have to."