[There was the normal mix of sensations from the hand on his cheek, but he was aware of the warm of that touch regardless of what portion of his skin that thumb moved over. He flipped the covers back over them both once it seemed that Richard had settled down next to him, and his now free arm rested across his own belly and his hand brushed against the swell of his lover's hip.
He didn't protest the hold on his head, instead using it nestle a little closer and closed his blue eye automatically. His mutilated eye remained open and moving, though he had never said how much sight it provided. His thumb continued to hold Richard's wrist, thumb stroking the side of the younger man's arm.]
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He didn't protest the hold on his head, instead using it nestle a little closer and closed his blue eye automatically. His mutilated eye remained open and moving, though he had never said how much sight it provided. His thumb continued to hold Richard's wrist, thumb stroking the side of the younger man's arm.]