[ funny. here he'd thought it'd been going too slow.
all it takes is for that first, unknowing moment to pass, for keith's tense, grasping hands and his next inhale sucked into his lungs like a fish out of water, and then keith's pressing in without a single mote of resistance, no flailing, no confused flurry. nothing's really made sense in the last handful of weeks and months, but regardless of the lack of some old sparked memory, the lack of ghosts reaching out at him from behind the sidelines, this is the most right he's felt in a while.
three kisses, and then a fourth longer one; his lips are already sore, and their teeth bump before he thinks to avoid it, but he's got his arm circling the small of keith's back, and there's no sign that he's about to let go. it's unfamiliar, of course. he maps keith's mouth and tastes the chocolate, the iron tang of blood where his lip might have split, but he's licking along the ridges of the roof of his mouth, and pressing along the inside of his cheek.
he doesn't remember a thing about being this ridiculously happy -- doesn't remember ever thinking, finally like it ever meant anything more than this. ]
no subject
all it takes is for that first, unknowing moment to pass, for keith's tense, grasping hands and his next inhale sucked into his lungs like a fish out of water, and then keith's pressing in without a single mote of resistance, no flailing, no confused flurry. nothing's really made sense in the last handful of weeks and months, but regardless of the lack of some old sparked memory, the lack of ghosts reaching out at him from behind the sidelines, this is the most right he's felt in a while.
three kisses, and then a fourth longer one; his lips are already sore, and their teeth bump before he thinks to avoid it, but he's got his arm circling the small of keith's back, and there's no sign that he's about to let go. it's unfamiliar, of course. he maps keith's mouth and tastes the chocolate, the iron tang of blood where his lip might have split, but he's licking along the ridges of the roof of his mouth, and pressing along the inside of his cheek.
he doesn't remember a thing about being this ridiculously happy -- doesn't remember ever thinking, finally like it ever meant anything more than this. ]