[A gesture like that is two fold. Bolin spends a lot of time on his hair but on the rare occasion someone messes it up or touches it, he takes it for a gesture of affection. To have someone put their fingers through it with a twist of possession does things he didn't even know could be done.
It's almost pathetic, the sort of moan it pulls out of him. Breathy and full of yearning. Let's be real, he sounds like a god damn whore, and surges back in, breathing be damned. He wants- he doesn't know what he wants, he just wants.
It's never been like this, before. He's never fallen into a kiss like this before. No, he was totally wrong it is not the same as kissing girls. Or maybe it's just that it is not the same kissing Lance because he might be the world's best kisser? Only time will tell. He might need to come back for a second pass another time just to make sure. He'd really like that.
From his side, at least, he brings nothing but good feelings into the moment. There's no bad emotions or pain. There's no fear and over thinking and a million years of history clogging up the connection. Bolin wears his heart on his sleeve and feels every single feeling he's ever had in his life with candid honestly, feet firmly planted on the ground. Sturdy, reliable Bolin. But he is also daydreaming, hopeful Bolin. And he is hopeful now, as they play lips and teeth and tongue against each other. As they work ever forward into something so enveloping and intense that he can't even think he just has to let go and experience. A tipsy hand finds it's way to Lance's thigh and he squeezes, heart racing but this is exactly the kind of moment that makes a man feel safe and so alive. ]
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It's almost pathetic, the sort of moan it pulls out of him. Breathy and full of yearning. Let's be real, he sounds like a god damn whore, and surges back in, breathing be damned. He wants- he doesn't know what he wants, he just wants.
It's never been like this, before. He's never fallen into a kiss like this before. No, he was totally wrong it is not the same as kissing girls. Or maybe it's just that it is not the same kissing Lance because he might be the world's best kisser? Only time will tell. He might need to come back for a second pass another time just to make sure. He'd really like that.
From his side, at least, he brings nothing but good feelings into the moment. There's no bad emotions or pain. There's no fear and over thinking and a million years of history clogging up the connection. Bolin wears his heart on his sleeve and feels every single feeling he's ever had in his life with candid honestly, feet firmly planted on the ground. Sturdy, reliable Bolin. But he is also daydreaming, hopeful Bolin. And he is hopeful now, as they play lips and teeth and tongue against each other. As they work ever forward into something so enveloping and intense that he can't even think he just has to let go and experience. A tipsy hand finds it's way to Lance's thigh and he squeezes, heart racing but this is exactly the kind of moment that makes a man feel safe and so alive. ]