But it was not good.
Not good at all.
For Luca was far weaker to stimulation than he had imagined.
If there had been any doubts about any or maybe most of his receptors being faulty, he more or less confirmed them after today—either he was problematic before or problematic now.
But either way, Luca was going to fall by Xavier's hands.
Now, said hands started by tracing along Luca's sides, his fingers pausing just above his abdomen.
And for a moment, Luca wondered if Xavier had been a hovercraft in some past life as he kept on hovering in places that would make him squirm.
Like around his navel.
"This part of you…" he trailed as his finger traced an invisible line going downwards.
"Until you continue down, would be just as sensitive or even more so."
And just that thought that he could've been touched like that didn't help, for he knew that those fingers felt so distinctively cool that his warm body would remember where it was last touched.
