Desmond released the yoke and turned towards Dudley as the other man urged him to do so. His who body swiveled in the seat and one hand moved to grip the arm rest while the other was placed on a flat section of the panel. The position had the left side of his body facing the front of the ship, his right towards the back, and his gaze angled upward to meet Dudley’s oceanic eyes—ones that never seemed to fail to turn him into a warm puddle of goo on the inside.
“W-well...” he started, pink tinting his cheeks at the implications of such a question. “Technically y-yes. To a point.” Once he did make it close to home and alarm would go off to remind him he needed to guide the ship manually into his garage. “I don’t have to fly right... now,” he felt the need to add, to explain.
God, he was such a sap. One who couldn’t calm the beat of his nerves, his heart, the heat that crept from his veins and moved right into his bones, long enough to make his words sound less like a terrified kitten and more like someone who said what he wanted when he wanted it to the person across from them who very much wanted exactly what Desmond wanted.
Probably.
Dulled amber and emerald refocused on Dudley as he started to speak again, voice a bit like gravel. He was looking at him, Dudley was, with what Desmond could only classify as a parade of different emotions. They passed before his baby blues like the shifting of the tides, making Desmond narrow his own. Desire? Sadness? Regret...? Desmond resisted the urged to frown, hid away the worry in his heart at Dudley’s hesitation. It was that look again, the one Desmond had seen from time to time during deliveries—as though Dudley was caught at a crossroads leading several different ways, each one with different consequences.
...or maybe Desmond always read too much into it.
It didn’t stop Desmond from reaching out though, fingers pushing the hem of the other man’s shirt out of the way and slipping in the space between the front do his pants and his stomach. Desmond’s intention had been to pull him out of the crossroads, to bring him out of his own swath of thoughts, tugging gently with a few soft words as he’d done earlier that day. But it was in that moment that Dudley spoke and pulled him up—urged him to stand.
Desmond was blushing harder and smiling tentatively as he got up from the chair, but he didn’t remove his grip from Dudley’s pants. If anything, he used the hold a bit like leverage, but not enough to actually pull them down. His left grasped onto the barista’s bicep and he pushed himself up on his toes, chest against chest. Thick lashes, like a curtain, were half dropping over eyes that were glazed with desire—anticipation. Parted lips were brushing against Dudley’s. “Was there...?” he whispered, fingers dipping just low enough to brush the stiff base of the other man as he reveled in the way he said his name. “Several for me,” he felt need to say, lips pressing just so as he considered that list: Dudley’s mouth, his hands, his endless blue eyes, his lazy movements, and... too many to count.
“W-well...” he started, pink tinting his cheeks at the implications of such a question. “Technically y-yes. To a point.” Once he did make it close to home and alarm would go off to remind him he needed to guide the ship manually into his garage. “I don’t have to fly right... now,” he felt the need to add, to explain.
God, he was such a sap. One who couldn’t calm the beat of his nerves, his heart, the heat that crept from his veins and moved right into his bones, long enough to make his words sound less like a terrified kitten and more like someone who said what he wanted when he wanted it to the person across from them who very much wanted exactly what Desmond wanted.
Probably.
Dulled amber and emerald refocused on Dudley as he started to speak again, voice a bit like gravel. He was looking at him, Dudley was, with what Desmond could only classify as a parade of different emotions. They passed before his baby blues like the shifting of the tides, making Desmond narrow his own. Desire? Sadness? Regret...? Desmond resisted the urged to frown, hid away the worry in his heart at Dudley’s hesitation. It was that look again, the one Desmond had seen from time to time during deliveries—as though Dudley was caught at a crossroads leading several different ways, each one with different consequences.
...or maybe Desmond always read too much into it.
It didn’t stop Desmond from reaching out though, fingers pushing the hem of the other man’s shirt out of the way and slipping in the space between the front do his pants and his stomach. Desmond’s intention had been to pull him out of the crossroads, to bring him out of his own swath of thoughts, tugging gently with a few soft words as he’d done earlier that day. But it was in that moment that Dudley spoke and pulled him up—urged him to stand.
Desmond was blushing harder and smiling tentatively as he got up from the chair, but he didn’t remove his grip from Dudley’s pants. If anything, he used the hold a bit like leverage, but not enough to actually pull them down. His left grasped onto the barista’s bicep and he pushed himself up on his toes, chest against chest. Thick lashes, like a curtain, were half dropping over eyes that were glazed with desire—anticipation. Parted lips were brushing against Dudley’s. “Was there...?” he whispered, fingers dipping just low enough to brush the stiff base of the other man as he reveled in the way he said his name. “Several for me,” he felt need to say, lips pressing just so as he considered that list: Dudley’s mouth, his hands, his endless blue eyes, his lazy movements, and... too many to count.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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