Headcanon Prompt Meme - Titus/Cor: 15. Hands
Over the years Titus has become wary of hands. They have poked and prodded, held him down as he writhed and struggled against experiments and tests, been offered out to him filled with false truths. Hands no longer herald the softness of home or the sweetness of care. Hands are a weapon sure as his own body is, and he views them as he views any, as dangerous no matter how innocent they seem, for killing can be done with a pen just as easily as a sword, he saw it when Lucis abandoned his home to the wolves.
Cor’s hands become the exception. At first it is a simple thing when they spar, Cor’s hand on the hilt of his practice blade, the other in plain view at his side as his muscle memory hunts for the scabbard of the katana he has refused to use. The marshal’s hands hide nothing in battle, whether with blades or just his fists, and Titus respects the openness the man has with everything he does, Cor Leonis has nothing to hide, his intentions are always laid bare before the world. Titus grows to trust him in his own way, and trusts that his hands will bring no pain.
Then they fall into bed together, and Cor’s hands bring him nothing but pleasure. Fingers threading through his hair, pulling at his clothes, nails biting into his back and grounding him in the moment, callused hands soft against his skin as Cor touches him in ways no one ever has. Titus finds he loves Cor’s hands, the rest comes after, and he cannot escape it. On those rare nights where his guard is down, and it is just them in the sanctuary of Cor’s bed, he takes one of Cor’s hands in his, rough yet smooth, and presses a kiss to his palm, the back of his hand, anywhere, until Cor pulls away, a blush on his cheeks, and rests his hand over Titus’s heart. Where it belongs Titus thinks every time, and occasionally he’ll cover that hand with his own, and pretends the outside world is not cruel.
