[ which is probably a vehemence that's a lot harder to shake when it's the right tone of voice, the right amount of tenderness, and his voice is still thickened, caught in his throat as he swallows around the taste still lingering in his mouth.
he's still fighting the urge to lick the salt off of his lips even now -- still fidgeting a little, his hand landing on keith's shoulder, caught in that crucial moment where he could push keith away, or pull him forward, over the stick shift, and onto his lap. his fingers dig in, wrinkling the sleeve of his too big shirt where the collar drapes overlarge along keith's throat. it's -- ridiculous, sitting in a company car with this boy wearing his clothes, and they've only just met, and he's still thinking about what it would be like if he were to nose along his neck, scrape his teeth along that stretch of bare skin, if keith would let him - ]
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[ which is probably a vehemence that's a lot harder to shake when it's the right tone of voice, the right amount of tenderness, and his voice is still thickened, caught in his throat as he swallows around the taste still lingering in his mouth.
he's still fighting the urge to lick the salt off of his lips even now -- still fidgeting a little, his hand landing on keith's shoulder, caught in that crucial moment where he could push keith away, or pull him forward, over the stick shift, and onto his lap. his fingers dig in, wrinkling the sleeve of his too big shirt where the collar drapes overlarge along keith's throat. it's -- ridiculous, sitting in a company car with this boy wearing his clothes, and they've only just met, and he's still thinking about what it would be like if he were to nose along his neck, scrape his teeth along that stretch of bare skin, if keith would let him - ]
It was . . . good.
[ good; better than he is eloquent. ]
Really good.