He blinked at that, at the accusation that he lived in his own head too much. Hadn’t Seb said as much many times before? Hadn’t his other exes? His mind wove into half a dozen other scenarios as it was wont to do—innately made to assess, resolve, and execute the best solution. But relationships, people, they weren’t like fixing a broken pipe or rewiring a panel. Those were much more complex, weren’t they?
He didn’t even try to stop himself from blushing, only laughing a little brokenly at the comment, still looking away. A grin lit up his features, uneven. He drew his hands away from Dudley, partially calloused pads of his fingers tracing down what bare skin was available on his neck and upper chest. They settled on his abdomen; though he wasn’t entirely aware of where he’d placed them on Dudley. “You wouldn’t be the first to accuse me of that,” he got out, voice cracking nervously at the half-joke.
His gaze flashed to the other man’s as he was accused once more, green-amber eyes seeming spooked and uncertain. Should he apologize? Desmond was staring at Dudley’s chest then, caught somewhere between a frown and a mouth-wobble. Wouldn’t it just be grand if he weren’t such a damned spaz? Why in the hell did he have to the poster-boy for the gay super nerd? Why couldn’t he be better? Better spoken?
“S-sor—,” he started, stuttering only when Dudley’s hand slipped under his shirt, when the other caressed his cheek. By the time he was meeting the other man’s gaze again he was speaking and slipping in—kneading flesh as he kissed and tugged at his waistband.
A gasp; one hand coiled around the material of Dudley’s shirt between them; the other snapped up and gripped his left bicep.
He wasn’t upset? Dudley... wasn’t? He’d seemed pretty upset before. Angry. Scolding. Not anymore and Desmond couldn’t say he was totally against switching gears despite the need to catch up.
“Y..you sure?” he managed, eyes shutting—curtaining and cutting off his vision. But damn that felt good. This... this he could get used to. You didn’t need words to do this. And damnit if it hadn’t been a while. As his mind phased between sensation and coherence, the hand tugging at Dudley’s shirt between them uncoiled. Both hands were back, palms now flat against the other man’s abs. Skin on skin. His thumbs were hooked on the hem of the shirt and he slid them upward, kneading in return—wanting it off.
Wanting it all off.
He didn’t even try to stop himself from blushing, only laughing a little brokenly at the comment, still looking away. A grin lit up his features, uneven. He drew his hands away from Dudley, partially calloused pads of his fingers tracing down what bare skin was available on his neck and upper chest. They settled on his abdomen; though he wasn’t entirely aware of where he’d placed them on Dudley. “You wouldn’t be the first to accuse me of that,” he got out, voice cracking nervously at the half-joke.
His gaze flashed to the other man’s as he was accused once more, green-amber eyes seeming spooked and uncertain. Should he apologize? Desmond was staring at Dudley’s chest then, caught somewhere between a frown and a mouth-wobble. Wouldn’t it just be grand if he weren’t such a damned spaz? Why in the hell did he have to the poster-boy for the gay super nerd? Why couldn’t he be better? Better spoken?
“S-sor—,” he started, stuttering only when Dudley’s hand slipped under his shirt, when the other caressed his cheek. By the time he was meeting the other man’s gaze again he was speaking and slipping in—kneading flesh as he kissed and tugged at his waistband.
A gasp; one hand coiled around the material of Dudley’s shirt between them; the other snapped up and gripped his left bicep.
He wasn’t upset? Dudley... wasn’t? He’d seemed pretty upset before. Angry. Scolding. Not anymore and Desmond couldn’t say he was totally against switching gears despite the need to catch up.
“Y..you sure?” he managed, eyes shutting—curtaining and cutting off his vision. But damn that felt good. This... this he could get used to. You didn’t need words to do this. And damnit if it hadn’t been a while. As his mind phased between sensation and coherence, the hand tugging at Dudley’s shirt between them uncoiled. Both hands were back, palms now flat against the other man’s abs. Skin on skin. His thumbs were hooked on the hem of the shirt and he slid them upward, kneading in return—wanting it off.
Wanting it all off.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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