Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
The raven could feel the bed dip down as the blond man sat in front of him, his voice soft as he spoke before touching him, “I’m going to change the wraps over your eyes, I want you to keep them shut, we still don’t know if you have recovered and it might be too much for you to just open them all at once into the light. So don’t freak out when I touch you, okay?” Upon finishing Izaya could feel the man’s warmth radiating off one of his large hands as the reached his right ear, holding it there to keep the raven steady. His right hand snaking around to unhook the wrap from the back and pull it off slowly.
Unwrapping his eyes slowly and carefully because Delic wasn’t positive if the man’s head was still damaged or not and he didn’t want to make it worse by accidentally hurting him more by being rough. Changing the bandages with little problems only to freeze when the smaller made a move to slip his hand over the blond’s crotch. Words catching in his throat only to release as a soft gasp, muscles throughout his body clenching and his eyes shut for a moment to try and keep his wits.
"Izaya…? What are you doing?"
The words hung in the air between them receiving no reply from the raven as his hand continued it’s path to unbutton and unzip the pants, hazel orbs cracking open to catch a glimpse of the other’s face. His chest heaving at the look portrayed across those features, one thing the blond knew well was fear and desperation. Stomach sinking when he tried to speak again, "Don’t do this. You look terrified, Izaya…why are you doing this if you know deep down you don’t want to?" His words stopped when the raven pressed on, perhaps he was seeking a reaction? The flea was good at that, was this all a ploy to get him angry?
No way. Izaya wouldn’t have set up something this elaborate to simply get him angry, even to a point of getting himself injured in the process. It couldn’t be fake…so what was he doing?
The fleas hand was cool, almost as if his body never retained heat very well as if slid past the fabric of his boxers and against the heated flesh underneath. If it wasn’t bad enough that the raven had that look on his face, Delic was getting off on it. It was almost sickening to him, the very thought that the look from the flea like that could turn him on made him want to puke. His body was frozen, petrified and all he could manage were words and even those were failing him, Izaya wasn’t answering. It was like he was afraid to even speak.
Maybe he was trapped in a moment where he thinks he’s still trapped there? That the man wouldn’t let him go until he finally gave in, but would the flea really get that desperate to be free? Certainly. "Izaya, stop. Snap out of it, you’re safe now. Don’t you remember?" As the hand continued it’s course and rubbed over his forming erection, Delic jumped getting his hands to work enough to drag the other from his spot in front of him to his lap. Hugging him firmly, but not tightly enough to hurt him, "Stop, it’s alright."
The hand now trapped between them and unable to continue gave Delic enough time to calm down, burying his face into Izaya’s shoulder as the other cried silently into his. Whatever happened to the other was enough to make him vulnerable, it almost sickened him how weakened the other had become. It would take some time for his mind to heal, maybe when his sight came back Izaya would recover. Find himself once again, but for now he was almost lost doll. Still trying to do everything without aid until he reached a point in trying where he had to request help and Delic knew it pained him greatly.
Moments like this were rare, one in a million. Shinra had called it post traumatic stress disorder, either way it was painful to see.