I’m in my lambden feels tonight but like
Ace Lambert, who’s spent most of his life avoiding any kind of intimate touch for fear of what others would expect it to lead to, thinking that he just hates touch in general. Always has, always will. And then he meets Aiden, and he makes damn sure Aiden knows sex will never be on the table before they start anything, and Aiden just…gets it. He never pushes, never expects more than lambert is happily willing to give. And it’s good. So good, in fact, that over time lambert feels himself start to relax more. Hand holding is always nice, but lambert melts the first time Aiden brings their hands up and kisses the soft skin of his inner wrist slowly, reverently. At night Lambert allows himself to inch closer to Aiden until they’re eventually flush and he throws one leg over Aiden’s lap, clinging to him like his life depends on it. Letting the soft caresses down his back lull him to sleep. Spooning while Aiden peppers little kisses to his sensitive neck. Lambert feels greedy, always seeking out these touches, always wanting more. It felt like he was holding his breath his entire life, and Aiden helped him breathe again.
Lambert realizes that for once, he fully trusts his partner. He knows Aiden will never push, and he knows he’ll always be safe. So, for once, he lets himself touch and be touched in return.