Everyone’s raving about touch starved L, but let me raise yall this… Touch starved NEAR (can you write something based on this please thank u i love you ur doing God’s work)

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I know I’m amazing what would you guys be doing without me????

Near had been honest from the start, that he struggled with touch. Not that he hated it, or didn’t want it, but that he was deprived of the most basic compassion. He insisted that he wanted to work on it; he trusted you, valued you, and most importantly, Near wanted to be touched by you.

Settling on the floor of the room dedicated to his toys, the place he felt most comfortable. You were more nervous than he, worried you may break him like a glass doll. He sensed your worry, Near offering a small smile.

“Don’t be shy, sit.” He patted the carpeted area in front of him.

You did, not able to help the awkwardness that was settling in your soul. Near looked to you, hoping you knew what you were doing.

“I can… I can start with you hair?” Odd grammar for an odder question. He nodded.

A hesitant hand lifted, taking the lock he played with between your fingers. Brushing back, you traced the curve of his ear, watching him close his eyes and sigh deeply. His soft features looked cased in wax, frozen as he felt nerve endings come alive.

“Okay?” You asked, hand falling to his neck, then to his shoulder. Your fingers enjoyed the silken fabric.

“Yes,” Near cleared his throat “, keep going. Please.”

Irresistible, as always. A second hand imitated your actions in perfect symmetry. A gentle massage of the shoulders, rubbing his biceps. You dance your fingertips along the blue veins that peak through his pale skin. Your thumb slipped along his finger tips; smooth, as if they were printless.

You turned him around, taking in how he inhaled deeply as you ran flat hands along his back. Figure eights, traced between the ridges of his spine, so warm to the touch even through his shirt.

Near leaned back, and you accommodated, letting him nestle between your legs. Your arms came around, crossing over his body, holding Near close in a tight embrace. His hands grasped at your forearms, holding you tight so you couldn’t let go.

“This is very comforting.” He mumbled, tucking his head under your chin. Near had never felt this sense of security before, something so incredibly intimate. For the first time, he was accepting the vulnerable waves, knowing he was protected within your arms.

You smile to yourself, kissing the top of his head.