[ when david pushes his fingers through his hair, any tension jeff might have still been carrying feels like it melts off and away from him, his body going loose and lax, full weight blanketed over david. jeff's eyes slide closed and he sighs, a quiet, content note skating on the ends of his exhale, and he absently rubs his hand up and down the far side of david's rib cage.
it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]
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it's probably obvious by now that jeff likes having his hair touched - or maybe he just likes it when david does it, who knows - but it's different like this. it puts him at ease far quicker than it should, helps him relax probably more than he's allowed himself to relax in a long time. jeff opens his eyes half way, traces a lazy pattern with his fingertips against david's ribs, and he murmurs. ]
Gonna put me to sleep real fast if you keep doing that.
[ that's not a complaint by any means, just a fair warning. ]