[ Something about being pressed back against the headboard sends heat rolling through him like the tide - not a tsunami so much as gently lapping waves, southward bound and slow, steady, sweet. Always been a fan of fingers in his hair, too, and it pulls a soft audible exhale from his nose in a quick rush.
This is easy, when he doesn't have to think about it. This is easy when it renders his brain completely blank, and there's just tongue gently slipping into his mouth, something he can lightly chase. Something he can follow back a little challengingly, but that challenge is quickly abandoned in favor of the pursuit of knowledge. The taste of teeth. The curl of tongue. How do you kiss? I'll map it out.
His free hand finds its way to the broad stretch of Mace's shoulder, grabbing on, pulling absently in, in, in.
His eyes stay closed, but his brow furrows like someone intensely concentrating.
His body's overdue for an endorphin rush. All this adrenaline, all this fear, no real dopamine. It floods him now faster and easier than it should. He leans into it - tries to, anyway, as much as his sore stomach will let him.
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This is easy, when he doesn't have to think about it. This is easy when it renders his brain completely blank, and there's just tongue gently slipping into his mouth, something he can lightly chase. Something he can follow back a little challengingly, but that challenge is quickly abandoned in favor of the pursuit of knowledge. The taste of teeth. The curl of tongue. How do you kiss? I'll map it out.
His free hand finds its way to the broad stretch of Mace's shoulder, grabbing on, pulling absently in, in, in.
His eyes stay closed, but his brow furrows like someone intensely concentrating.
His body's overdue for an endorphin rush. All this adrenaline, all this fear, no real dopamine. It floods him now faster and easier than it should. He leans into it - tries to, anyway, as much as his sore stomach will let him.
God, it feels good to feel good. ]