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his face is dirtier than it usually is , the lingering scent of smoke faded upon his skin & hands steadied on another … smaller form . ❜ b u s y ❛ ❜ —— — bored . ❛ a grin tugs at rosy lips , his cheekbones prominent against sharp features , time has a funny habit of slipping through your fingers . ❜ & where do you think you’ve run off to ? ❛ he really isn’t expecting an answer , in fact he doesn’t want one , instead his body gravitates toward the other , lips pressed to xavier’s with passion in every movement , ( he’s only patient for so long )
divinity laces their sigh; pale, rose hued lips slightly parted & eyes clouded with an unusual emotion to the embodiment. they know him; no answer needed in a T I M E such as this.
leaning up to him once more, they press their lips against his with a fervor hidden in shy movement. reclusive is what xavier's been lately; yet as they kiss him, liquid lust fills their veins.
( c'mon, you know you need him. want him. )
& for once they forget what they are; for an infinitesimal moment they feel h u m a n.
xavier doesn't want to pull away, yet they part from him, lips BARELY brushing against his, hot breath escaping lungs of stardust & DULL meaning.
❜ i missed you. i really, really did. ❛
words FILLED with some sort of unknown, hopeless love; pallid digits reach down to entwine his fingers with theirs. they're weak; too much rest & no tormenting does take a toll on them. however, even to pass out in his arms is preferred.
❜ but don't ya think i'm goin' soft jordi. ❛
