Not a response to a prompt, but based little off some discussions with @professeurm (the biggest fan of my boys)
To preface, due to an infection from an injury as a teen, Matthias has a prosthetic left hand after an amputation. The first part is them as friends, the second as boyfriends
Refael looked over at Matthias, who was fidgeting with his prosthetic, rubbing the spot where metal met the skin of his forearm. "Something wrong, Father?"
"I told you you can call me Matthias when it's just us..." He shook his head. "My wrist's a little sore is all. Taking a bit of time to get adjusted to this new hand." He carefully removed the hand, rubbing his stump.
"That looks a little inflamed, are you sure you're okay?" Refael bookmarked his gemara and closed it, shifting closer to Matthias.
Matthias shrugged. "It hurts a bit," he admitted.
"Let me help?" Refael reached out towards Matthias.
Matthias nodded slightly, and Refael took his arm gently in his hands.
Refael's fingers were light but had just the right amount of pressure as they massaged at Matthias' stump, slowly but deftly drawing the pain out, and easing the inflammation. He looked up at Matthias, about to ask how he was feeling, but the question died on his lips at the intense look Matthias was giving him. Refael blushed, his thumb running lightly over the scar there.
Matthias was now the one blushing. "Refael..." he murmured. That scar was always sensitive, and it felt a little intimate when someone touched it. Especially someone like Refael. His eyes flicked to the rabbi's lips, and back up to his eyes.
"What..." The question died before it was fully formed as he felt the priest's lips press lightly on his own. Refael closed his eyes, losing himself in the kiss that was all too brief before Matthias pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He looked ashamed of himself, and he grabbed his prosthetic, hurrying out of Refael's office.
Refael followed. "Father- Matthias- wait!" But it didn't help. Refael went back to his desk, feeling and looking like a kicked puppy.
It had been a particularly rough week on Matthias, the phantom pain in his hand flaring non-stop. Since it hadn't eased up in the afternoon of the first day, he'd gone without his prosthetic. It made his work harder, but it was either that or wear the hand with the pain, and that felt worse.
He felt the mattress dip beside him as Refael joined him in bed, and he looked up, pausing the massage he was currently attempting to once again ease the pain.
"May I?" Refael kissed Matthias' cheek.
Matthias nodded. "Somehow you make it better."
Refael smiled, carefully taking his arm. He slowly and gently started to massage the stump.
Matthias leaned in and kissed him lightly. "I swear, it's like you have magic hands or something."
