[ Essek doesn't enjoy kissing. Or, at least, he thought he didn't. The only partner he's had in his century of adulthood that he's actually enjoyed kissing was the first, the one so far away and distant in his lived experience. The others hadn't meant anything at all, and kissing seemed far too intimate.
And it is intimate. It's short and yet it fills his entire chest with the moths that flutter in circles. It almost tingles from Caleb's warmth.
He doesn't want it to stop, he realizes when it does. He wants to feel the beginnings of stubble pressed against his chin and cheeks, and to communicate that intimacy again and again. ]
I think...that was a very good start.
[ And he closes the gap between them again, like kissing Caleb could speak beyond his words. ]
[ caleb doesn't expect essek to close the space between them a second time, but he indulges in it, finds that there's a delightful warm feeling curling up in the space between his sternum and skin that he doesn't want to leave. he presses in closer, his hands shifting a bit, finding the curve of essek's shoulder for stability. when he kisses him again, it's a little longer, nothing incredibly raunchy, still fairly demure with lips exploring lips.
he finds the surly little curl of where essek's mouth can go from sour to sweet, tips his nose up only slightly to brush them together before renewing the kiss a third time with a soft, breathless laugh.
stopping feels out of the question, even though caleb knows he needs a slight shave. he wonders what essek's skin would look like if he didn't take the concept of beard burn into consideration.
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And it is intimate. It's short and yet it fills his entire chest with the moths that flutter in circles. It almost tingles from Caleb's warmth.
He doesn't want it to stop, he realizes when it does. He wants to feel the beginnings of stubble pressed against his chin and cheeks, and to communicate that intimacy again and again. ]
I think...that was a very good start.
[ And he closes the gap between them again, like kissing Caleb could speak beyond his words. ]
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he finds the surly little curl of where essek's mouth can go from sour to sweet, tips his nose up only slightly to brush them together before renewing the kiss a third time with a soft, breathless laugh.
stopping feels out of the question, even though caleb knows he needs a slight shave. he wonders what essek's skin would look like if he didn't take the concept of beard burn into consideration.
maybe? time would tell? ]