[The feeling of strong fingers coaxing through his hair was a mostly-foreign one. Henry had done it at least once before, but that was about all. Even his parents hadn't often brought themselves to touch him in such a casual manner. It was such a soothing feeling that he almost felt guilty for it. After all, he was just a body to Malik. It was probable that the boy didn't even see a difference between them. And even without that, wasn't this the kind of creepy thing that you were always warned away from when you were kids? A shiver ran down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
But even so... despite the intimacy of it - or maybe because of it? - it felt good. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the touches. Oh well, he found himself thinking. He gets enough use out of my body... I might as well enjoy what he gives back.]
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But even so... despite the intimacy of it - or maybe because of it? - it felt good. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the touches. Oh well, he found himself thinking. He gets enough use out of my body... I might as well enjoy what he gives back.]