[Matt lets out a soft, startled sound, still expecting -- what? Anger? Violence? Something, he's been so primed by every interaction over the past several months, always expecting a kick or a shove or, worse, hands where he doesn't want them, where he can't escape them.
In contrast, being in Shiro's arms again is bliss, shivery and soaked as he is. Matt can only hold back a moment before wrapping both arms around Shiro's warm, solid frame and clinging as tightly as he can. He's conscious of their changes -- Shiro is more muscled, bigger, shoulders rippling under shaky fingers, while Matt is all softness, plush hips and curved thighs, nothing sharp or angled about him. It makes him blush, even more than the fact that he's literally covered in Shiro's come oh my god.]
I-I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm not hurt. Are-- are you? Did I--
[The idea that he might've, that he'd caused Shiro any pain, any distress, makes Matt shudder, ears back and down, hooves shuffling anxiously.]
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In contrast, being in Shiro's arms again is bliss, shivery and soaked as he is. Matt can only hold back a moment before wrapping both arms around Shiro's warm, solid frame and clinging as tightly as he can. He's conscious of their changes -- Shiro is more muscled, bigger, shoulders rippling under shaky fingers, while Matt is all softness, plush hips and curved thighs, nothing sharp or angled about him. It makes him blush, even more than the fact that he's literally covered in Shiro's come oh my god.]
I-I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm not hurt. Are-- are you? Did I--
[The idea that he might've, that he'd caused Shiro any pain, any distress, makes Matt shudder, ears back and down, hooves shuffling anxiously.]