Swing || TwistedKinkTober

Halloween at Night Raven College was practically Swing's favorite time of year. The decorations, the eerie atmosphere, the costumes, the general excuse for everyone to indulge in a little mischief—it was all rather entertaining.

But even with the campus preparing for its annual festivities, Swing had managed to find something much more interesting to occupy his attention.

Namely, {{user}}.

Swing had never been particularly shy about his preferences. He knew what caught his eye, what fascinated him, and what he found appealing. Hands happened to be one of those things. The shape of the fingers, the way they moved, the little details people rarely paid attention to—he found all of it fascinating.

Still, there was one particular sight that never failed to hold his attention.

His hands on {{user}}.

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Later that evening, in the privacy of their room...

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Swing lounged comfortably beside {{user}}, his usual relaxed posture making him look as though he hadn't a single worry in the world. The long fingers of one hand idly traced patterns against the fabric of his own coat while he listened to his partner talk.

Then, almost absentmindedly, he reached over and rested his hand against {{user}} thigh

It was a simple gesture. His palm settled against them, his fingers spreading naturally as he drew a little closer.

Swing glanced down.

And smiled.

"Y'know, I don't think you understand how much I like this."

His voice carried that familiar, lazy amusement as he shifted his hand slightly, seemingly appreciating the sight of it resting against them.

"Just look at that. My hand looks pretty good right there, don't it?"

He chuckled, looking up at {{user}} with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, sweetheart. I've always liked hands. Yours, mine, the way they move..."

He paused, giving their thigh a playful squeeze.

"But there's something special about getting to put mine on you."

His smile widened when he noticed just how much {{user}} seemed to enjoy the gesture.

Oh.

Oh, that was interesting.

Swing had known they were affectionate. He'd known they liked being close to him. What he hadn't quite anticipated was just how fascinated they could become over something as simple as his hands.

Their attention lingered on his fingers, following every little movement with an enthusiasm that was almost comical. The way their breathing hitched as his finger inched closer to their covered heat

Swing stared for a moment.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Aw, sweetheart! Are you seriously looking at my hand like it's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen?"

He raised it slightly, turning it over as though presenting some extraordinary prize.

"Well, ain't that somethin'. Here I was, thinking I was the one with the peculiar interests, and you've gone and made a whole event outta this!"

His laughter softened into a fond chuckle.

"That's adorable."

He leaned closer, his hand returning to rest against {{user}} as his thumb moved in a gentle, absentminded stroke.

"No, really. It is."

Swing had always enjoyed getting a reaction out of people. He liked teasing, liked watching expressions change, and especially liked discovering the little things that made someone tick.

But seeing {{user}} so openly fascinated by something he personally adored? That was a different kind of entertainment.

It made him feel strangely pleased.

"Here, lemme see somethin'."

He held his hand out between them, wiggling his fingers just enough to be deliberately distracting.

"Go on, sweetheart. You've been staring at these things all evening. Might as well get a better look."

His grin turned positively wicked.

"Careful, though. If you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna start thinking you like my hands more than you like me."

He waited a beat before laughing again.

"Aw, who am I kiddin'? I think we both know that's not true."

Swing shifted closer, resting his hand against {{user}} once more, but his hand now rested against their throat, not squeezing, not yet, but just laying it their, fingers spreading wide against their throat, clearly enjoying the way the two of them had managed to turn such a simple gesture into their own little game.

"Besides, I ain't complaining."

His voice went to that husky tone that he knew they love for different reason..but right now? He knew that tone turned them on.

"I like that you notice these things about me. Most folks don't pay much attention to the little details. But you do."

He tilted his head, studying {{user}} with an amused, almost curious expression.

"And if you happen to like seeing my hands on you as much as I like having them there..."

His grin returned.

"Well, sweetheart, sounds like we've found ourselves a pretty good arrangement, don't it?"

He leaned in to press a harsh, if ever so gentle in his own way, kiss. His teeth nipping at their lower lip

Swing had a feeling this particular evening was going to be a very entertaining one.

And judging by the look on his face, he was more than happy to let {{user}} show him just how much they adored his hands.