[ You blush, you keep your eyes away and cling to him so much tighter, and he can't help the sound that leaves him: a sigh that is part weighted chuckle, part ragged intake of breath as he he tracks kisses along the curve of your shoulder, nips almost desperately at your neck, and puncturates all that with the way his teeth graze on your ear.
His palms are moving over your body with quiet intensity, following that shape of you as if he is memorizing every dip, slant, angle and occasional curve until he's finally moved both hands to the small of your back to pull you even closer ( there is no closer than this, solid as he is up against you, tight as his arms are now around you, but a boy can try, right? ) ]
I'm just calling it as it is, [ murmured with his mouth pressed right beneath your ear, lips moving over your skin as if he's a man starved for oxygen and you are the air that he breathes. ] You're so fucking beautiful in all the ways that matter and count.
The way you move-- [ lick ] --the way you talk-- [ suck ] --the way you sometimes just have to look [ and then kissing you full on the mouth all over again. Yes, those are his hands making quick work to loosen the waistband of your pants. Yes, that is a particular sound you are likely familiar with, since you've heard him make it before -- the only difference is, you're not even actively touching him.
Forehead to yours now, the look in his eyes dark and intense and unblinkling. ]
Do you know how I looked at you across that room at the party and all I could think was that I'd screwed up so bad I was ready to do anything just to make things right with us again. [ No shying away, he won't let you, not when he needs to say this, so have a palm at the nape of your neck to keep you still. ] I went home with my heart in pieces, and I woke up to scrape it together again. I dragged my ass to school and I managed to go through the motions but my head was so full of you.
[ Soft now, earnest, as that hand at your neck gentles with clear effort: ] Tell me again? That you love me? [ He's not done. ]
There is no one I want more than you.
[ Yes, he knows his pronunciation of your language could use some work. Yes, he stammers that out, but he wanted to say it anyway. Just like that. ]
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His palms are moving over your body with quiet intensity, following that shape of you as if he is memorizing every dip, slant, angle and occasional curve until he's finally moved both hands to the small of your back to pull you even closer ( there is no closer than this, solid as he is up against you, tight as his arms are now around you, but a boy can try, right? ) ]
I'm just calling it as it is, [ murmured with his mouth pressed right beneath your ear, lips moving over your skin as if he's a man starved for oxygen and you are the air that he breathes. ] You're so fucking beautiful in all the ways that matter and count.
The way you move-- [ lick ] --the way you talk-- [ suck ] --the way you sometimes just have to look [ and then kissing you full on the mouth all over again. Yes, those are his hands making quick work to loosen the waistband of your pants. Yes, that is a particular sound you are likely familiar with, since you've heard him make it before -- the only difference is, you're not even actively touching him.
Forehead to yours now, the look in his eyes dark and intense and unblinkling. ]
Do you know how I looked at you across that room at the party and all I could think was that I'd screwed up so bad I was ready to do anything just to make things right with us again. [ No shying away, he won't let you, not when he needs to say this, so have a palm at the nape of your neck to keep you still. ] I went home with my heart in pieces, and I woke up to scrape it together again. I dragged my ass to school and I managed to go through the motions but my head was so full of you.
[ Soft now, earnest, as that hand at your neck gentles with clear effort: ] Tell me again? That you love me? [ He's not done. ]
There is no one I want more than you.
[ Yes, he knows his pronunciation of your language could use some work. Yes, he stammers that out, but he wanted to say it anyway. Just like that. ]