( He gladly accepts the invitation, the kiss going slower while half his attention shifts to the tips of his fingers. They travel along the shapes of a few scars, brushing along those lines just the same as they explore the rise and fall of muscle — which he has in abundance, Jesus Christ. Whichever of those rainbow gods creates genes should be taking notes.
A few are familiar. A few are different, and that gentle pull of curiosity about their origin story gets once again tucked away for a later time — he's already killed the mood once, he doesn't want to commit double homicide. It's forgotten almost immediately anyway with that deliberate push of feeling.
I trust you.
It pulls an audible exhale through his nose, exactly in time with a flood of warmth of his own. Hits him in the heart and the pelvis simultaneously and for the life of him he can't explain why.
Feeling Nate experience that same struggle against the impulse to pull back is... really fucking reassuring, actually. It brushes him with cool and comforting relief; he feels less bad about feeling it himself, knowing he's not the only one. That he doesn't have to explain or justify it, because the person he's with gets it. When he deepens the kiss, when he tries to coax lips apart, it's with a weird sense of gratitude. As much appreciation as there is warmth.
...also, maybe a slightly different version of curiosity. Listen, man, he's not gonna run on facts and numbers, but he still wants to research reactions and catalog responses. That's just his brain. )
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A few are familiar. A few are different, and that gentle pull of curiosity about their origin story gets once again tucked away for a later time — he's already killed the mood once, he doesn't want to commit double homicide. It's forgotten almost immediately anyway with that deliberate push of feeling.
I trust you.
It pulls an audible exhale through his nose, exactly in time with a flood of warmth of his own. Hits him in the heart and the pelvis simultaneously and for the life of him he can't explain why.
Feeling Nate experience that same struggle against the impulse to pull back is... really fucking reassuring, actually. It brushes him with cool and comforting relief; he feels less bad about feeling it himself, knowing he's not the only one. That he doesn't have to explain or justify it, because the person he's with gets it. When he deepens the kiss, when he tries to coax lips apart, it's with a weird sense of gratitude. As much appreciation as there is warmth.
...also, maybe a slightly different version of curiosity. Listen, man, he's not gonna run on facts and numbers, but he still wants to research reactions and catalog responses. That's just his brain. )