[ it's probably not very much of a secret by now that jeff... likes it when david puts his hands in his hair. he hasn't made much of an effort to hide it, and he doesn't bother now either, his hands flexing against david's sides when he slides his fingers into his hair, his breath hot against david's pulse. that soft little gasp, though - that hits him kind of unexpectedly, in a good way. jeff files that away with all the other little sounds david's made, however few, over the course of - well, whatever this is.
there's a tiny voice in the back of jeff's head telling him that he's already in too deep with this man, that he shouldn't be thinking about david in terms of art or committing the shape of him underneath his hands to memory. the way he smirks when he's teasing, the tension in his jaw when he's determined or angry or both, the way his voice gets a little rougher at the edges when he's had enough for one day. they've only kissed a handful of times, but it already feels like there aren't enough canvases in the world to capture all of the things jeff likes about him. all of the things he'd want to remember, if the entity chose to show them a little mercy when they finally found a way out of this place.
but maybe it's not too much - maybe it just feels that way because he doesn't have to hide his adoration away in the pages of an old sketchbook, or in the gentle application of bandages and medical tape, wishing he could do more, or in subtle, silent glances when david's pushing his limits and they both know it, but they also know he's the only thing holding everyone together when the odds seem slim to none. maybe it just feels like a lot because it's all at the forefront instead of pushed away and buried somewhere in the back of his mind.
he can't let himself get too far into his own head. if he does, he's bound to fuck this up. make it weird or awkward or uncomfortable, and while that's kind of par for the course for him on a good day, he's not interested in ruining things so quickly.
swallowing quietly, jeff wets his lips and noses at david's throat where his pulse is, fingers flexing again against his sides. he exhales slowly through his mouth, brushes a kiss against the same spot he nosed at. presses another one an inch below that, beard bristling against thin skin. his hands cradling david's rib cage move idly, almost of their own accord, drifting lower to his waist again before they push back and meet in the middle at the bottom of david's spine, fingers linking together and holding him close.
when the lazy peppering of kisses dips low enough to david's shirt collar, jeff doesn't go any further than that - but he does shift, ghosting another kiss over the hollow of his throat before starting another path up the other side of david's neck. ]
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there's a tiny voice in the back of jeff's head telling him that he's already in too deep with this man, that he shouldn't be thinking about david in terms of art or committing the shape of him underneath his hands to memory. the way he smirks when he's teasing, the tension in his jaw when he's determined or angry or both, the way his voice gets a little rougher at the edges when he's had enough for one day. they've only kissed a handful of times, but it already feels like there aren't enough canvases in the world to capture all of the things jeff likes about him. all of the things he'd want to remember, if the entity chose to show them a little mercy when they finally found a way out of this place.
but maybe it's not too much - maybe it just feels that way because he doesn't have to hide his adoration away in the pages of an old sketchbook, or in the gentle application of bandages and medical tape, wishing he could do more, or in subtle, silent glances when david's pushing his limits and they both know it, but they also know he's the only thing holding everyone together when the odds seem slim to none. maybe it just feels like a lot because it's all at the forefront instead of pushed away and buried somewhere in the back of his mind.
he can't let himself get too far into his own head. if he does, he's bound to fuck this up. make it weird or awkward or uncomfortable, and while that's kind of par for the course for him on a good day, he's not interested in ruining things so quickly.
swallowing quietly, jeff wets his lips and noses at david's throat where his pulse is, fingers flexing again against his sides. he exhales slowly through his mouth, brushes a kiss against the same spot he nosed at. presses another one an inch below that, beard bristling against thin skin. his hands cradling david's rib cage move idly, almost of their own accord, drifting lower to his waist again before they push back and meet in the middle at the bottom of david's spine, fingers linking together and holding him close.
when the lazy peppering of kisses dips low enough to david's shirt collar, jeff doesn't go any further than that - but he does shift, ghosting another kiss over the hollow of his throat before starting another path up the other side of david's neck. ]