[ when sephiroth doesn't seem to care about being pressed into the grass, as their lips brush lazily, wayland presses closer curiously, breathing him in, finding that he wants more and more by the second but needs to communicate that in a more acceptable way.
he slides his hand down to rest along his sides, to simply kiss him in the lazy, hungry way they can manage here in the warm spring air. wayland wants to fill his lungs with this man, finds himself wanting to lay closer, parallel against one another. there's a peace that fills him, enough to smile just a little bit when he pulls back from the most recent kiss.
he holds for a moment, fingers smoothing up the other's chest, as if trying to memorize the shape of him so close in this moment.
his nose brushes against the other's gaze flicking up to his once before he murmurs, ]
Sorry... couldn't help myself... I... [ he pushes just a bit of hair from sephiroth's face. ] ... You mind if I do that again...?
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he slides his hand down to rest along his sides, to simply kiss him in the lazy, hungry way they can manage here in the warm spring air. wayland wants to fill his lungs with this man, finds himself wanting to lay closer, parallel against one another. there's a peace that fills him, enough to smile just a little bit when he pulls back from the most recent kiss.
he holds for a moment, fingers smoothing up the other's chest, as if trying to memorize the shape of him so close in this moment.
his nose brushes against the other's gaze flicking up to his once before he murmurs, ]
Sorry... couldn't help myself... I... [ he pushes just a bit of hair from sephiroth's face. ] ... You mind if I do that again...?