Touching him feels great. Feeling him, feels great. Running your hands over his scarred body, ever time your fingertips would come in contact with his rough but still delicate skin, it felt so different. It felt so good. You love it when you touch him, you really love doing so. And you find yourself loving to touch him more when you know he knows he loves it too. He'd close his eyes, savor every inch of your skin. He'd moan, and the more slow your hands go, the more he craves for it: the intensity, the intimacy. When Azusa learned how crazy your touches made him, he preferred it more than anything else from then on. He preferred it more than the knives he glides across his skin. All he wants is your hands now, your touch. And he'd do anything to keep you touching him, his face, body, even soul. Your hands, yourself, you alone, they're the only one he would surrender all of himself to.
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FanfictionHe will own you, all for himself. (ON GOING) Everything originally came from my head.
