"Good," he murmurs. The way Tyler tips his chin up feels bold, a gesture Yussa's made countless times with others, and it spends a sharp spike of excitement through him as their mouths meet. He arches closer, ensuring that they are touching everywhere possible. His hand remains on Tyler's hip as the other pushes up into his hair, cradling the back of his head and giving himself another anchor point.
It might be messy, but the enthusiasm is as effective as skill in this moment. Yussa tries to control it more, but he doesn't pull away or offer actual correction. Instead, his fingers brush along the top hem of Tyler's trousers, intent on finding where they open to get them off. They've established interest, so surely there's no need to delay further. His own are only loosely tied around his waist. Due to the nature of this place, he's foregone anything beneath them.
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Date: 2024-02-19 09:16 pm (UTC)It might be messy, but the enthusiasm is as effective as skill in this moment. Yussa tries to control it more, but he doesn't pull away or offer actual correction. Instead, his fingers brush along the top hem of Tyler's trousers, intent on finding where they open to get them off. They've established interest, so surely there's no need to delay further. His own are only loosely tied around his waist. Due to the nature of this place, he's foregone anything beneath them.