[He takes a second to appreciate Eddie: kneeling like he's been told, hair, tied up. He sets the oil down on the fire place, places his large palm over Eddie's crown, draws his head to his thigh. His thumb strokes over his head, hopes it soothing. Hopes it's not too much, too soon.
The pillow gets placed on the floor, along with the blanket. He crouches down, first to press his mouth against Eddie's forehead, because it feels right. Second to drape the blanket over the pillow. Makes a little nest, like a dog bed. Next he drags the chair closer, grabs the oils and sits his ass down. He considers Eddie for a long, long second, then murmurs: ] Come over here. On your knees, head on my thigh. Let me look at you.
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The pillow gets placed on the floor, along with the blanket. He crouches down, first to press his mouth against Eddie's forehead, because it feels right. Second to drape the blanket over the pillow. Makes a little nest, like a dog bed. Next he drags the chair closer, grabs the oils and sits his ass down. He considers Eddie for a long, long second, then murmurs: ] Come over here. On your knees, head on my thigh. Let me look at you.