"Oh… Reiner… yes, that's… ohhh… your hand… it's… amazing…"
Cherion let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and he didn't care who heard. A week ago, this kind of relief would've seemed impossible. Now? His eyes were rolled back, his spine had turned to a literal puddle of jelly, and his scalp felt like it was being kissed by the gods.
The culprit? Reiner.
The boy's fingers moved across his hair like they owned the place, fast, precise, almost annoyingly perfect. Cherion slumped in front of the vanity, watching his reflection through a haze of steam and bliss. He'd spent most of the day shadowed by this new attendant, and somehow… he liked him. Really liked him. Totally weird.
