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It started that morning when the tall, gaunt, and nameless other pointed out there was a pimple on his neck, near his vertebrae. Annoyed as he was for having it pointed out, Elliot shrugged that he’d get some skincare for it, but that's when
he
then asked Elliot if he wouldn't mind taking his shirt off.
That's how Elliot found himself with his shirt bunched around his arms on the bed as the other - wearing an overly large short-sleeve shirt that
his
emaciated chest was visible through - started gliding
his
long, spider-like fingers over him. An occasional whirr could be heard as the pupils in
his
dark green eyes were presumably changing their focus on Elliot’s back.
On the one hand, this was kind of disgusting. Why did the cyborg decide
he
wanted to examine Elliot's back so badly for zits? He now had to prevent his eels from coming out and trying to bite
him
in retaliation from the twinge of pain when
he
found one near a scar and pressed out the pus with both thumbs digging into his skin.
He
had that dumb smile on
his
face as
he
did it too, Elliot glanced around and saw it. As if this was
fun
.
On the other hand, it was oddly soothing. You know, the part where a pimple wasn't getting picked at.
He
was being oddly sensual as
his
warm fingers brushed across Elliot’s shoulder blades, his spine, his scars.
His
fingers which, for their deceptive length and thinness, could just so easily grab and rip a chunk of flesh out of his back on
his
own whim. And then Elliot wouldn't stop the eels from retaliating and trying to bite back.
Maybe even the pimple-popping part was nice too, fewer painful little spots on his back that he couldn't reach, y’know? The more he thought about it as the weird grooming continued.
Finally,
he
pulled
his
hands away and spoke a soft, “Done.” Elliot turned back to look at
him
,
his
head tilted to the side like a curious dog while
his
strange eyes were focused on Elliot’s. Elliot sighed and asked,
“You mind if I do your back too, Hun?” And he meant the pet name as non-derogatory as possible.
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He was being such a tease tonight.
Elliot had his back turned to him, held flush against his chest as he placed kisses against a sizeable mass of scar tissue on his shoulder. It was futile, he would insist any other time. There's no feeling to elicit pleasure from contact with them. Yet he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, and his body is running hot in the cold air.
He knows why he's feeling so hot despite the attention on his scars of all places, feeling a long, bony finger massage where he was stabbed in the chest by him ages ago. A deep tissue aching for touch from him concealed by damaged flesh. Probably a little annoyance that he was doing his damnedest to make no contact whatsoever with his nipples while doing so. Not to mention it almost felt like an unspoken apology for the stab wound.
There's teeth on the scar on his shoulder in a gentle nip, and then he’s kissing his way up along his shoulder to his neck. It was almost saddening that he wasn't paying so much attention to that scar anymore, but the confined, pent up pressure in his pants anticipated where he was going with the trail of kisses.
As he was starting to get to his jawline, Elliot turned his head to give his own kiss. Though open-mouthed and needy instead of sickeningly chaste like he had been giving them. Get on with it. His tongue pushed out, feeling for the other’s against his lips, and he's rewarded with it, but for too brief a moment. The hand massaging his chest scar reaches up and hooks his face away with two fingers in his mouth and he continues to his destination.
He hears the whirring of the other’s eyes as he finally reaches the disc of his outer ear, and simultaneously feels both the same kisses being placed there as well as both hands on his chest, bony fingers taking and gently rolling his hardened nipples between them. At the barrage of sensation, his knees bent slightly and his legs pressed together in the futility of trying to stop hot cum from pulsing out of him, head thrown back and mouth open in a voiceless cry.
Elliot would be annoyed that he just spent in his pants later. He wanted to just relish now in the feeling of the other nuzzling his face and holding him close just then as he wound down.