[Lighter's arms around him make his breath catch, his thoughts stuttering. For a moment the look on his face is that of a beggar invited to a banquet, hunger and longing warring with awe and disbelief, as if he can't convince himself that he's truly here.
And then he's embracing Lighter too, leaning down to press their mouths together, hard and messy and devouring, because he needs to feel it, needs to prove that this is real and he's allowed to do this. He's been so careful for so long and now he wants wants wants, so much that he ends up pushing Lighter's back against the nearby wall without any conscious thought behind the movement.
His voice is rough with desire when he manages to regain enough control to pull back a few inches and get his breath.] ...To start with, I think we're both wearing too much.
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[Lighter's arms around him make his breath catch, his thoughts stuttering. For a moment the look on his face is that of a beggar invited to a banquet, hunger and longing warring with awe and disbelief, as if he can't convince himself that he's truly here.
And then he's embracing Lighter too, leaning down to press their mouths together, hard and messy and devouring, because he needs to feel it, needs to prove that this is real and he's allowed to do this. He's been so careful for so long and now he wants wants wants, so much that he ends up pushing Lighter's back against the nearby wall without any conscious thought behind the movement.
His voice is rough with desire when he manages to regain enough control to pull back a few inches and get his breath.] ...To start with, I think we're both wearing too much.