[ david's own thoughts aren't nearly so poetic, even if they lean in the same direction, all he knows is an overwhelming feeling that he needs to touch this man. that he needs to be as close to him as possible to soak up every moment they have here. the threat of michael might be a distant thought in the back of his mind at this point — not forgotten, merely unimportant in comparison — but the awareness that their time is limited is loud and clear. ]
[ muffled though, by the sensation of jeff's hands travelling up his back, around his sides. david's no stranger to having his body appreciated, to hands on him that border on worship in their touch, but this feels different. or maybe he's just biased. maybe it's just that something about the slow, thoughtful way jeff touches him makes him want to feel less like an object-- a prize for somebody else's consumption. not... that he necessarily objects to that, but he feels those hands broad and warm on his sides, thumbs along his ribs, and his breathing stops completely for a moment because the word that flits through his mind is adored and that might be more terrifying than anything he's encountered in the fog. ]
[ the thought of chasing that feeling scares him shitless for a million different reasons, and he feels a little like he's going insane. fuck that, a lot like he's going insane. who gets like this after kissing someone a few times? ]
[ when jeff pulls away, david's breath comes out shakily, simultaneously relieved and already missing the slot of their mouths together. he closes his eyes and takes a breath like that'll help, but before he's even finished he feels lips on his cheek, his jaw. already tiling his head to encourage jeff when he's at his throat and pushing his hand up into his hair, holding the back of his head, a quiet gasp slipping out of him that he can't even find it in himself to be embarrassed by. ]
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[ muffled though, by the sensation of jeff's hands travelling up his back, around his sides. david's no stranger to having his body appreciated, to hands on him that border on worship in their touch, but this feels different. or maybe he's just biased. maybe it's just that something about the slow, thoughtful way jeff touches him makes him want to feel less like an object-- a prize for somebody else's consumption. not... that he necessarily objects to that, but he feels those hands broad and warm on his sides, thumbs along his ribs, and his breathing stops completely for a moment because the word that flits through his mind is adored and that might be more terrifying than anything he's encountered in the fog. ]
[ the thought of chasing that feeling scares him shitless for a million different reasons, and he feels a little like he's going insane. fuck that, a lot like he's going insane. who gets like this after kissing someone a few times? ]
[ when jeff pulls away, david's breath comes out shakily, simultaneously relieved and already missing the slot of their mouths together. he closes his eyes and takes a breath like that'll help, but before he's even finished he feels lips on his cheek, his jaw. already tiling his head to encourage jeff when he's at his throat and pushing his hand up into his hair, holding the back of his head, a quiet gasp slipping out of him that he can't even find it in himself to be embarrassed by. ]