[ Any break for air Ginger takes is a breathless segment of a longer pledge: ]
Love you, so much. More - every moment.
[ Said like he’s been loved raw and tender by Mika, like he can’t get enough and he doesn’t know what to do with himself because he loves this boy in his lap so, so, so much. Really, really, really.
He wishes he didn’t need to breathe - so that Mika could kiss him endlessly and he could drink love from that tongue, those teeth. His body reacts the same way it always does when Mika’s being this sensual, this lovely. When his canines are involved - heat pooling, hips straining. His hand at Mika’s back slips under the shirt for skin-on-skin contact; the other finds his waist, then his hip, then his thigh exposed by the shorts. Not seeking any more than that - he just wants. His hand rubs small circles on skin.
(To be closer, to be one.)
He just wants Mika. His deep sleep had forced them to exist independently of each other for nearly a fortnight and that’s too long. For all that he can smile and joke, he did miss Mika desperately.
Naturally, sleep delirious Mika was endearing and Ginger loves him for that, but it was - lonely. There was something so lonely about Mika clinging to him, pleading that he stay while being unaware that he was right there. He was right there, waiting. ]
Do you - mm - remember? You were the first… [ He gets lost in a longer kiss, pulling Mika in closer and closer still, so the heat of him slots nicely between his thighs. Close here, close everywhere. The sweet wet noises of them ring pleasant and perfect to his ears. ] The first to - … mm, your kiss… - to offer to understand - my heart. Your heart now.
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Love you, so much. More - every moment.
[ Said like he’s been loved raw and tender by Mika, like he can’t get enough and he doesn’t know what to do with himself because he loves this boy in his lap so, so, so much. Really, really, really.
He wishes he didn’t need to breathe - so that Mika could kiss him endlessly and he could drink love from that tongue, those teeth. His body reacts the same way it always does when Mika’s being this sensual, this lovely. When his canines are involved - heat pooling, hips straining. His hand at Mika’s back slips under the shirt for skin-on-skin contact; the other finds his waist, then his hip, then his thigh exposed by the shorts. Not seeking any more than that - he just wants. His hand rubs small circles on skin.
(To be closer, to be one.)
He just wants Mika. His deep sleep had forced them to exist independently of each other for nearly a fortnight and that’s too long. For all that he can smile and joke, he did miss Mika desperately.
Naturally, sleep delirious Mika was endearing and Ginger loves him for that, but it was - lonely. There was something so lonely about Mika clinging to him, pleading that he stay while being unaware that he was right there. He was right there, waiting. ]
Do you - mm - remember? You were the first… [ He gets lost in a longer kiss, pulling Mika in closer and closer still, so the heat of him slots nicely between his thighs. Close here, close everywhere. The sweet wet noises of them ring pleasant and perfect to his ears. ] The first to - … mm, your kiss… - to offer to understand - my heart. Your heart now.