I would. On. In. [He's running on autopilot now, letting comments come out without thought, without meaning, focused on just trying to move and keep himself together. It's so hot, so exhausting. Bell sits as directed, shivering at the cool surface beneath him.]
...your hands feel amazing... [He coughs harshly before trying to reclaim a semi-normal breathing pattern. His body aches, and he doesn't help much when Youth pulls the clothing off him, but he doesn't resist either, even if he is tempted to remind Youth that he's not a child. It feels good to undress; the clothing was getting sweaty and restrictive...and now his nose is running. Bell searches for tissues and ends up just taking a wad of toilet paper to pinch his nose with.]
In person
I would. On. In. [He's running on autopilot now, letting comments come out without thought, without meaning, focused on just trying to move and keep himself together. It's so hot, so exhausting. Bell sits as directed, shivering at the cool surface beneath him.]
...your hands feel amazing... [He coughs harshly before trying to reclaim a semi-normal breathing pattern. His body aches, and he doesn't help much when Youth pulls the clothing off him, but he doesn't resist either, even if he is tempted to remind Youth that he's not a child. It feels good to undress; the clothing was getting sweaty and restrictive...and now his nose is running. Bell searches for tissues and ends up just taking a wad of toilet paper to pinch his nose with.]