[mitsunari shudders at every occasional touch, his body shifting to try and accommodate hades' wishes better - to allow clothes to slip to the floor rather than catch on his bony frame, which they might otherwise.
his hand tightens its grip at those touches, but doesn't stop. he can tell hades is probably near and keeps working him to completion. when his head is tilted back he meets hades' own gaze: a little off-kilter, a little distracted, but otherwise unflinching and steady as it can be.
he doesn't look away, though his eyes do shut briefly at one particular grazing touch, letting out a hiss of a breath.]
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his hand tightens its grip at those touches, but doesn't stop. he can tell hades is probably near and keeps working him to completion. when his head is tilted back he meets hades' own gaze: a little off-kilter, a little distracted, but otherwise unflinching and steady as it can be.
he doesn't look away, though his eyes do shut briefly at one particular grazing touch, letting out a hiss of a breath.]