[It's so small. Just a warm, dry press of lips, natural as anything. The restlessness of his hands stills, his attention suddenly wound completely into this brief, uncertain touch.
They've never done this. Never simply kissed, like it was easy, like it was comfortable. This— thing between them, it's always been about physical relief, and shifting, grasping hands in the darkness. It was about necessity. Survival. Giving each other some small measure of distraction from the reality of their lives.
This isn't the same. This is gentle, curled under warm sheets, with full bellies and futures to speak of. He doesn't know what this is at all.
His chest feels tight. He draws back just so, lips parting with a quiet sound in the stillness of the room. There's a moment of hesitation, of confusion, where silence roars in his ears when their noses brush. He breathes, shallow and unsteady.
That's all it is: a space of a breath. He doesn't even think about it before he dips close again, fitting their mouths more firmly together, slow and deep, with a small, helpless, gasping noise.]
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They've never done this. Never simply kissed, like it was easy, like it was comfortable. This— thing between them, it's always been about physical relief, and shifting, grasping hands in the darkness. It was about necessity. Survival. Giving each other some small measure of distraction from the reality of their lives.
This isn't the same. This is gentle, curled under warm sheets, with full bellies and futures to speak of. He doesn't know what this is at all.
His chest feels tight. He draws back just so, lips parting with a quiet sound in the stillness of the room. There's a moment of hesitation, of confusion, where silence roars in his ears when their noses brush. He breathes, shallow and unsteady.
That's all it is: a space of a breath. He doesn't even think about it before he dips close again, fitting their mouths more firmly together, slow and deep, with a small, helpless, gasping noise.]