[Slowly, his hands extended to catch Richard by the hips and pulled his lover into his lap; it was better than feeling like he was under scrutiny. He imagined the treatment was likely a shock for those that had never seen it before, but it was necessary for his survival. He tipped his head up the younger man leaned in, not resisting the grip to his chin.

Instead, one hand moved to take the injector from his lover to free up that other hand too. His blue eye closed at the mixed sensation of the kiss on his scarred skin. As usual, the nerve damage prevented him from a full range of sensation to the area, but it was no longer aching for the moment either.]

It's a medicine unique to my city. At small doses, it's completely medicinal and is likely the only reason I still live. [He sighed and turned his head so that he could rest his forehead against Richard's temple.] I have to inject the medication every few days.