[ To Andyr, someone who's had so few experiences like this, and only one this slow and simple, it makes his head spin. Another time, back on the Moira, he would've jerked away here, and likely scampered off, too concerned with what this is, and what it would lead to, how it would end in hurt for one party or the other. but right now, it's just good, and Andyr's been so long without something that's just simply good. Not wound up in anything else. He's kissing him because he wants to, because it makes some cold part of him unfurl and warm, basking in the heat and softness of it.
It makes him feel like a person. Like someone that might matter, that maybe has a voice, that would perhaps be noticed if he were to disappear. He touches him like he's something treasured, and Andyr feels like he's lighting up.
Steve's hands on his skin are a heavy, nurturing presence, impossible to ignore and Andyr's body wants to sink into the contact. It's instantaneous, how he pulls closer once Steve moves Andyr's hand to his shoulder, and he slides his knee to put a folded leg next to Steve's hip, between that and the arm supporting him, the other bends, sole of his foot propped somewhere on the other side of Steve's lap, getting his limbs more comfortable as he scoots his way closer. The hand at his shoulder turns to an arm, looped over his back, from one to the other, and the other runs a thumb along Steve's cheekbone, shuffled close enough their chests are only a few inches from pressed together, by the time Steve pauses, their foreheads touching while deep inhales are drowned out in the rush of the waterfall. ]
Yeah. [ he knows. all the 'we shouldn't do this' and 'let's slow down', but god, he knows he'll lose this if they do. an open palm smooths over the side of Steve's face, a soft caress, and he dares to press one, and two, short, pleading kisses to him, wanting more of it. ] Can we just... not think about the rest? For a while longer?
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It makes him feel like a person. Like someone that might matter, that maybe has a voice, that would perhaps be noticed if he were to disappear. He touches him like he's something treasured, and Andyr feels like he's lighting up.
Steve's hands on his skin are a heavy, nurturing presence, impossible to ignore and Andyr's body wants to sink into the contact. It's instantaneous, how he pulls closer once Steve moves Andyr's hand to his shoulder, and he slides his knee to put a folded leg next to Steve's hip, between that and the arm supporting him, the other bends, sole of his foot propped somewhere on the other side of Steve's lap, getting his limbs more comfortable as he scoots his way closer. The hand at his shoulder turns to an arm, looped over his back, from one to the other, and the other runs a thumb along Steve's cheekbone, shuffled close enough their chests are only a few inches from pressed together, by the time Steve pauses, their foreheads touching while deep inhales are drowned out in the rush of the waterfall. ]
Yeah. [ he knows. all the 'we shouldn't do this' and 'let's slow down', but god, he knows he'll lose this if they do. an open palm smooths over the side of Steve's face, a soft caress, and he dares to press one, and two, short, pleading kisses to him, wanting more of it. ] Can we just... not think about the rest? For a while longer?