Adam swallows hard, the self-named apple at his neck shifting as his throat dries. His fingers claw beneath his own shirt, tugging it up low at his chest, just enough to let Gansey touch, to watch Gansey. The boy in front of him moves so unpredictably because just this morning, they were friends. Just this afternoon, they were estranged. Now they're ... something. Lovers seems to be too strong a word, especially when there's no way to tell what could happen after tonight. But he can't think of that now. The future doesn't matter when all he can see is Gansey, sweet Gansey.
A kiss presses against the tip of him and his heart warms. He expects to despise it, the way Gansey is so fragile and gentle with him like he just might break, like he's just another one of his belongings to protect. But that's not it, and Adam knows it.
He is fragile. And he wants nothing more than to envelop himself in this boy's hands, lips, everything.]
Gansey, ah ... [He moans, a hand reaching out to pet the top of Gansey's hair, the soft locks slipping easily through his fingers. There's a twitch against the other boy's mouth, a need in the stiffness that wets lips with small beads of precome. Adam can't remember how to breathe, but he doesn't think he'll need to anytime soon.]
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Adam swallows hard, the self-named apple at his neck shifting as his throat dries. His fingers claw beneath his own shirt, tugging it up low at his chest, just enough to let Gansey touch, to watch Gansey. The boy in front of him moves so unpredictably because just this morning, they were friends. Just this afternoon, they were estranged. Now they're ... something. Lovers seems to be too strong a word, especially when there's no way to tell what could happen after tonight. But he can't think of that now. The future doesn't matter when all he can see is Gansey, sweet Gansey.
A kiss presses against the tip of him and his heart warms. He expects to despise it, the way Gansey is so fragile and gentle with him like he just might break, like he's just another one of his belongings to protect. But that's not it, and Adam knows it.
He is fragile. And he wants nothing more than to envelop himself in this boy's hands, lips, everything.]
Gansey, ah ... [He moans, a hand reaching out to pet the top of Gansey's hair, the soft locks slipping easily through his fingers. There's a twitch against the other boy's mouth, a need in the stiffness that wets lips with small beads of precome. Adam can't remember how to breathe, but he doesn't think he'll need to anytime soon.]