[ emboldened by the positive note david hums against his mouth, jeff exhales through his nose and deliberately puts his hands the rest of the way underneath david's shirt, fingers splaying wide against his back. there's something about david that makes jeff want to memorize him - the shape of him, the warmth of his skin, the subtle shift of muscle and bone, the way he moves. david makes jeff want to know him so well that he could recreate him in any medium from memory alone.
slow, like he's painting out a mental map, jeff glides his hands up the length of david's back, shirt gathering up around his wrists as he kisses him. he catches his bottom lip between his own, swipes his tongue almost tentatively against it, and when he drags his hands back down, he pulls them forward a bit, following the shape of david's rib cage around to the front until he's holding his sides, thumbs stroking short, soft lines alone the ridges of his bottom ribs.
something about sneaking away to go and make out makes jeff feel— not young, but younger. takes him back to when life felt a little easier. never easy, but anything before the fog seems like a walk in the park in comparison. getting distracted like this is dangerous and maybe a little reckless, especially considering where they've sneaked off to, but jeff hasn't forgotten the risk. he's just - weighed it against the reward, and found that the reward is worth whatever might happen to him if they get caught. maybe not so much if david gets caught up in michael's bullshit too, but jeff doesn't intend to let him.
that's nothing he wants to think about though, when there are much nicer things to occupy his mind with. like the way david's chest expands under his hands with every breath, and how the weight of him in his lap isn't heavy, but solid and real. grounding, in a way jeff can't really properly describe. like the way his fingers ghost against the nape of jeff's neck, sending a small shiver racing down the length of his spine. the way their mouths fit together. a million things he wants to immortalize in rough lines and bold, thick stripes of color.
jeff pulls away somewhat suddenly, just a fraction. just enough so he can tilt his chin down and take a deep breath, just a bit overwhelmed for a moment by how much he likes david. he wets his lips, forehead lightly bumping against david's brow just briefly, but he only needs a second. he exhales slow and easy, turns his head slightly so he can kiss the high point of david's cheek, then the soft bit of skin by his ear. the edge of his jaw, then just beneath at the slope of his throat. ]
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slow, like he's painting out a mental map, jeff glides his hands up the length of david's back, shirt gathering up around his wrists as he kisses him. he catches his bottom lip between his own, swipes his tongue almost tentatively against it, and when he drags his hands back down, he pulls them forward a bit, following the shape of david's rib cage around to the front until he's holding his sides, thumbs stroking short, soft lines alone the ridges of his bottom ribs.
something about sneaking away to go and make out makes jeff feel— not young, but younger. takes him back to when life felt a little easier. never easy, but anything before the fog seems like a walk in the park in comparison. getting distracted like this is dangerous and maybe a little reckless, especially considering where they've sneaked off to, but jeff hasn't forgotten the risk. he's just - weighed it against the reward, and found that the reward is worth whatever might happen to him if they get caught. maybe not so much if david gets caught up in michael's bullshit too, but jeff doesn't intend to let him.
that's nothing he wants to think about though, when there are much nicer things to occupy his mind with. like the way david's chest expands under his hands with every breath, and how the weight of him in his lap isn't heavy, but solid and real. grounding, in a way jeff can't really properly describe. like the way his fingers ghost against the nape of jeff's neck, sending a small shiver racing down the length of his spine. the way their mouths fit together. a million things he wants to immortalize in rough lines and bold, thick stripes of color.
jeff pulls away somewhat suddenly, just a fraction. just enough so he can tilt his chin down and take a deep breath, just a bit overwhelmed for a moment by how much he likes david. he wets his lips, forehead lightly bumping against david's brow just briefly, but he only needs a second. he exhales slow and easy, turns his head slightly so he can kiss the high point of david's cheek, then the soft bit of skin by his ear. the edge of his jaw, then just beneath at the slope of his throat. ]