content: sub barrage, gn reader, suggestive
BARRAGE can be a little touchy. A hand rests on your head when the two of you are by a corner or in private, gently patting you every now and then. It’s a reminder that goes both ways; you’re with him and he’s with you.
His veiny arm may be wrapped over your shoulders, although loosely. It wasn’t a strange thing to see; friendly touches are frequently passed between close teammates. But it may be perceived how he is with you as unusual.
What do you mean he’s fiddling with your belt loop, the pad of his thumb light as he caressed the skin right beneath your waist band? He’s not even doing anything.
Sometimes, he’d cup your cheek. The feeling of your soft flesh has his heart warming, and a small smile stretching his lips.
But when your hands are on him, it’s a completely different story.
He’d hold his breath subconsciously, something starved flushing his skin. Feel him up through that tight compression shirt of his and you’ll have him whimpering, muscles twitching, and he’s torn between squirming away or stepping closer.
BARRAGE would mutter your name, uncertain of what he’s asking for. He won’t remember how or when he’s become compliant under you; he’s weirdly fuzzy and giddy, and he doesn’t know anymore. His thighs squeeze together to relieve the ache, whining incoherently.
Oh, he’s doomed. Don’t even stand next to him in public; he won’t be able to control himself.