He reaches for Wylan when he comes up, tugging gently on his wrist and lets gravity do the rest of the work. Hands searching, eagerly sliding across his sides, up the expanses of his chest. He just needs this. The contact. Every single inch of him still feels like he’s on fire, soft tingling sensations across his body making every brush of skin feel better than usual.
Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2021-07-25 05:14 am (UTC)Finally, he leans up and slides one hand into Wylan’s hair, hand cupping around the back of his neck to pull him into a deep, needy sort of kiss. When he breaks for air, he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispers softly, unable to stop the grin on his face.