[ thumbs brushed aside rose hued cheeks as shōyō’s grip on lazarus’ face firms, and consequently, the kiss that came after the short fissure between them, for just a second for shōyō to inhale the next time he parted— just a single touch shaky from how fast his heart soars, hot, surely, and fast to return to him. when he breathed through his nose, the scent of skin and sweets filled him with delight. the taste. there was a press of tongue now, tentative but gradual in where he should be gliding. he can feel teeth, gums, but searches for tongue past his lips in kind.
touch is encouraging and sparks the saint old desire to be touched, and wanted, and reminds shōyō to multitask, to allow his attention to web into different spaces where and when he could. his chest is hard, but it beats lively; what may be seen as a bit of a puff to his breast was him ending the small space left between their torsos, pressing them just that much closer together. hip to hip. shōyō’s hand has found the back of lazarus’ neck and testing the skin, his hair, with his opposite fallen arm resting toward his waist—
has the pressure eased off lazarus’ craning neck? if he feels the release in strain, it’s because shōyō is standing on his toes. ]
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touch is encouraging and sparks the saint old desire to be touched, and wanted, and reminds shōyō to multitask, to allow his attention to web into different spaces where and when he could. his chest is hard, but it beats lively; what may be seen as a bit of a puff to his breast was him ending the small space left between their torsos, pressing them just that much closer together. hip to hip. shōyō’s hand has found the back of lazarus’ neck and testing the skin, his hair, with his opposite fallen arm resting toward his waist—
has the pressure eased off lazarus’ craning neck? if he feels the release in strain, it’s because shōyō is standing on his toes. ]