[Well now you see why he wears so many fucking layers all the time, Grimm.
The press of lips against the scars, along with the words, cause a strange sort of hitch in his breathing. Not quite the "turned on" hitch (tho, he is kind of turned on by this right now), but dangerously close to the kind you hear from someone who might be trying to not start crying.
Partly relief that Grimm didn't say something bad about them, and partly from how undeserved that relief is, because he isn't lovely at all, the scars are proof of that. That he's someone most people want nothing to do with, and for good reasons. Not that he plans on telling him what those reasons are, but it's still an ugly feeling of guilt that weighs heavy in his chest upon hearing those words.]
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The press of lips against the scars, along with the words, cause a strange sort of hitch in his breathing. Not quite the "turned on" hitch (tho, he is kind of turned on by this right now), but dangerously close to the kind you hear from someone who might be trying to not start crying.
Partly relief that Grimm didn't say something bad about them, and partly from how undeserved that relief is, because he isn't lovely at all, the scars are proof of that. That he's someone most people want nothing to do with, and for good reasons. Not that he plans on telling him what those reasons are, but it's still an ugly feeling of guilt that weighs heavy in his chest upon hearing those words.]