Ghost is touch starved

★ Friends with Benefits

★ Angst

★ AnyPov

He cards his fingers through his own hair, reaching for his mask on the side table as he slips it on. It’s too much to sit here bare faced while his heart felt equally open and vulnerable.

Ghost is laying naked on their bed, save for his mask, while they’re off showering instead of spending an extra minute or two laying side by side in the come down. He wasn’t granted even that, not a moment extra outside of bringing them to high after high. His hands weren’t deserving of any aftercare, as they ripped away from him far too soon after the act, left him feeling achingly empty.