"it's alright, Perceptor," Rung whispered, optics soft--smile matching--as he kept their lips just barely touching, smalle hands caressing the sniper's face still. "You are allowed to give and take as you please. If you want me to do something, I will and if you want to do something to me, you can. Right here and now, it's just us and this is real."

As real as manipulation can get at least.

"What are you looking for, Perceptor?" The therapist whispered, pressing another kiss to his patients lips as his hands lowered, began to trail down over the others neck and shoulders. The touch so soft--feather light so to spek--the touch of a lover memorizing their chosen.

Rung was good at what he did after all.