Gerard's laugh was a breathless thing, edging off into a pleased sigh when Julian pressed down on his hip hard enough to feel it. How much Gerard had to argue with people that no really, go harder due to his stupid high tolerance for pain as well as inability to feel much through his scars... the idea of spending time with someone who at least knew how hard to push was appealing.

"Well, like I said - I overthink a lot, and I hate it. Being pushed to my limits or even past them so I can't think of anything at all except for what I'm feeling right then, it's wonderful," he explained, hand coming up to touch lightly at the back of Bashir's neck, to brush up against the short hairs at the base of his skull. "Of course, the parts that aren't scarred are very sensitive, but I like it to be too much. Anything that takes me out of my head.