Danny makes that noise. The one in the back of his throat and noise. Skeptical, dragging sound. Followed up with the word. The kind he's been making most of the night humoring Danny. Which is the last thing he wants right now. It makes the skin on his back feel too tight, like little claws are dragging up in from the inside. He doesn't want to be humored.
Perhaps, anymore than he expected, suddenly, getting kissed.
Like somehow, even only inches from him, even though it'd required him having to a little annoyedly shifted his head at the instruction of fingers finding it, he hadn't followed entirely. Except that there were fingers spread across his jaw. Lines of warmth dragging his focus forward, when Danny's kiss isn't chaste but it's slow.
Not like time that won't pass. Slow, the way the sun sink down below the waves. Starting first with a ribbon of gold, and the slow growing cape of endless night filled with diamonds everywhere. It's like that. Fingers on his jaw, making him pay attention to the slow shift of lips, of fingertips. Stealing his breath, and making whatever's in his chest, suddenly there, suddenly tight and fragile and huge against his ribs, threaten to shatter.
Shifting his own fingers, The palm of his hand coming to rest against the back Danny's cheekbone, with his thumb outward, against the hair beyond his temple. While every thought went to this suddenly. The slow, slide of lips, like they were continents demanding and dictating the moves of the entire universe. His. And when had he ever been able to not listen when Danny moved him?
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Perhaps, anymore than he expected, suddenly, getting kissed.
Like somehow, even only inches from him, even though it'd required him having to a little annoyedly shifted his head at the instruction of fingers finding it, he hadn't followed entirely. Except that there were fingers spread across his jaw. Lines of warmth dragging his focus forward, when Danny's kiss isn't chaste but it's slow.
Not like time that won't pass. Slow, the way the sun sink down below the waves. Starting first with a ribbon of gold, and the slow growing cape of endless night filled with diamonds everywhere. It's like that. Fingers on his jaw, making him pay attention to the slow shift of lips, of fingertips. Stealing his breath, and making whatever's in his chest, suddenly there, suddenly tight and fragile and huge against his ribs, threaten to shatter.
Shifting his own fingers, The palm of his hand coming to rest against the back Danny's cheekbone, with his thumb outward, against the hair beyond his temple. While every thought went to this suddenly. The slow, slide of lips, like they were continents demanding and dictating the moves of the entire universe. His. And when had he ever been able to not listen when Danny moved him?