#That's why I like it. LWJ did a shitty thing and struggles with it. It's part of what makes him so robust as a character.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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The Damage You Do: ch 19, pt 9

CW: I don't think this is really wwx panicking, but he is definitely having a moment 🤣

Previously

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“Not— not that kind of easy,” wwx said, annoyed that his body reacted so easily to his dom’s teasing. He glared down at lwj, chest tightening when he caught the soft look gracing the man’s face.

“No? What kind of easy, then?” lwj asked, his hands continuing to travel across wwx’s body, teasing and soft and infuriatingly arousing, but at least they were no longer playing with his hole.

“Just… comfortable? Like… between us? At least, I think it’s easy? Not that I have any experience— with this kind of arrangement!” wwx quickly amended, trying not to outwardly cringe at the near admission of his previous virginity and complete inexperience with anything related to sex or even dating.

“I think it is easy and comfortable as well,” his dom confirmed for him before falling silent.

After a long, long moment of silence and wwx diligently washed lwj’s hair, he hazarded a glance back down at his dom’s face, finding it almost contemplative—as much as someone nearly expressionless could be. There was a slight furrow between his brows, though, and wwx wanted to smooth it and every one of lwj’s worries away, and oh shit! Had his question caused his dom some sort of internal struggle!? Oh, fuck! He hadn’t meant to do that!? He’d just… wanted clarity, was all, as to whether this was normal and now lwj was thinking about it so hard he actually had a fucking emotion showing on his face, and now he was going to get wrinkles—two specific wrinkles between his eyebrows—because of his stupid question. Stupid question! Stupid curiosity! Stupid—

“What is stupid?” lwj asked, and wwx sucked in a harsh breath as the word stopped tumbling out of his mouth.

Fuck. When had he started talking!? Did he normally talk to himself? He didn’t think he did in normal, everyday life—his son or any one of his previous, shitty bosses probably would have mentioned it at some point! Did he just do it with lwj? Was this the first time? Or had he done this before? Fuck! What else had he said to his dom by accident and lwj had chosen not to acknowledge—for that matter, what had he said while in that nice spacey place that he couldn’t remember??? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Uh…” wwx wheezed out, trying not to let worry over what the fuck he had potentially revealed to his dom and his regret over making lwj make that face overtake him. “I just… it was a stupid question?” he asked.

To wwx’s eternal shame and distress, lwj’s eyebrows pulled closer together. “It is not stupid.”

“But—” wwx started to say, cutting off because he knew full well his reasoning behind why it was a stupid question—lwj’s impending fate of having two wrinkles marring his beautiful face—was probably stupider than his stupid question. Fucking hell! Fucking, burning, everlasting hell! The man was looking more and more concerned by the moment and wwx couldn't be the cause of that concern, of those permanent lines, of—

“Stop looking so concerned!” wwx practically yelled into the small space. Unfortunately, even the shock of his loudness wasn’t enough to shock that look off lwj’s face. If anything, the look deepened and wwx knew full well this was all so, so stupid—and yet.

He didn’t full register his hand, covered in shampoo still, brushing through the waterfall behind lwj’s head—suds rinsing away in the practiced, subconscious move of a parent who didn’t dare get soap near their child’s face—before his fingers were pressing between lwj’s eyes. “Right here. You’re gonna get wrinkles on your beautiful face,” wwx pouted, felling like a child, complaining about some silly thing an adult in his life was doing that was perfectly normal but of the utmost concern to such a small, silly mind.