It isn't the first time he's shared this bed with Kurt, though before now Wrench has always given space to the ghosts that haunt the memory of the quiet little room. He thinks he knows them now by all their names, though the specific weight and shape they hold is a thing yet to be discovered. Wrench is not unaware of the space he treads when he stretches Kurt across the bedsheets for his benefit. But they stretch across the space to meet each other and he doesn't need to be told that this is different. Doesn't need to tell his eager-hearted companion that he knows he's no suitable replacement. He doesn't mean to be.
Wrench can't give back Kurt what he's missing. All he can provide is what he has on him: the tender concern, the earnest interest, and a wanting that sees the man before him and not simply the reflection of an internal void he means to dam up behind superficial walls. He's plenty more than a mere distraction. Wrench touches him now for no purpose but pleasure. Not to check wounds, correct a handshape, or insist his attention. The shape and weight of the body beneath his fingers is familiar, but he's never let himself dwell on it like this before. Never granted the fascination of his hands to explore the deep V of his pelvic bone, or the pattern of swooping fur around his belly button. Wrench finds those gentle patches of looping coils where the hair grows from and he snickers to himself.
He hides his lips just beneath Kurt's navel and gnashes his teeth playfully as he reaches for the waistband of his pants.
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Wrench can't give back Kurt what he's missing. All he can provide is what he has on him: the tender concern, the earnest interest, and a wanting that sees the man before him and not simply the reflection of an internal void he means to dam up behind superficial walls. He's plenty more than a mere distraction. Wrench touches him now for no purpose but pleasure. Not to check wounds, correct a handshape, or insist his attention. The shape and weight of the body beneath his fingers is familiar, but he's never let himself dwell on it like this before. Never granted the fascination of his hands to explore the deep V of his pelvic bone, or the pattern of swooping fur around his belly button. Wrench finds those gentle patches of looping coils where the hair grows from and he snickers to himself.
He hides his lips just beneath Kurt's navel and gnashes his teeth playfully as he reaches for the waistband of his pants.