[He leans his head into those hands. Every bump, cut, and callus is treasured as it scrapes against the plane of his face. The sigh he exhales is bone deep, but it isn't entirely weary. With it goes at least a few of the doubts he harbors. They might sneak back with time, but for now he'll be able to savor the moment that much better.]
's probably enough bein' all caught in my head, don't you think?
[He leans forward, tracing his nose over the span of Wolfwood's jaw, before finally placing a kiss on his chin, on the corner of his mouth, and then on his lips. Each one is soft, tender despite their position. That face is kept cradled just the same as Wolfwood cradles him.]
Though maybe we should move before we get too comfortable. Beds are probably much nicer, don't you think?
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[He leans his head into those hands. Every bump, cut, and callus is treasured as it scrapes against the plane of his face. The sigh he exhales is bone deep, but it isn't entirely weary. With it goes at least a few of the doubts he harbors. They might sneak back with time, but for now he'll be able to savor the moment that much better.]
's probably enough bein' all caught in my head, don't you think?
[He leans forward, tracing his nose over the span of Wolfwood's jaw, before finally placing a kiss on his chin, on the corner of his mouth, and then on his lips. Each one is soft, tender despite their position. That face is kept cradled just the same as Wolfwood cradles him.]
Though maybe we should move before we get too comfortable. Beds are probably much nicer, don't you think?