[If he wasn't shivering before, he is now, a blotchy blush forming high on his cheeks at the feeling of V's hand on his chest.
He can feel his nipples hardening, and that's bad but it isn't necessarily sexual, is it? It's cold in here, and V is touching and-- and that one is okay, he hopes.
(he can feel himself going slick and wet between his legs and it's not right, but isn't it better because V won't see?)
(unless he notices the labored way that IV's breathing, the way he squirms and thinks of V touching him and hates himself for getting wetter, for giving into it when it's wrong; the wrong person, the wrong body)]
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He can feel his nipples hardening, and that's bad but it isn't necessarily sexual, is it? It's cold in here, and V is touching and-- and that one is okay, he hopes.
(he can feel himself going slick and wet between his legs and it's not right, but isn't it better because V won't see?)
(unless he notices the labored way that IV's breathing, the way he squirms and thinks of V touching him and hates himself for getting wetter, for giving into it when it's wrong; the wrong person, the wrong body)]