“mmmm…” a throaty expression he’d found himself emphasizing more and more since landing in the arms of ambiguous tattoos and soft, kiss-worthy lips. the charade of a kiss didn’t feel like a charade as opposed to a necessity as he very nearly gave into harry’s suggestion, nose lingering against the pointed tip of its partner before it was dueling out a single nudge upward. “you’re insatiable. god damn insatiable.” and then his hands that had been lingering so persistently at the younger man’s hips were giving the area an earned squeeze, the satisfaction showing up on his face as he leaned in once more for a strange hybrid between a for shame groan and a kiss. there weren’t many things brendon couldn’t combine with his lips on harry’s and he was relearning that very quickly every second he spent in the man’s presence.
drinking morning coffee, kiss. blow drying to the perfect slope, kiss. chasing poppy and his freshly skinned chewtoy across the backyard, kiss. they were sometimes messy, and sometimes rushed, but he was finding there things more necessary of his time. taking advantage of what his lips had the luxury of skimming against at their will happened to be one of them. “but you’re absolutely not getting out of this so i suggest you wipe that sleepy out of your eyes and accept it.”
he remained enthralled as harry moved the conversation on, both with his eyes in his hands. alternating between slow bats of his lashes and the sliding tendencies of the palms of his hands. beneath the side hems of his shirt was a favorite. “why? has she given you a box of weird sex toys before?” he posed with a suave smirk that would most likely elicit a disgusted ugh from harry’s mouth, but that may have very well been the goal. “… either way, i say we open it before we leave and if all else fails and there’s no reason inside it to have sex then, well…” his tongue darted out over his lips, leaving the always soft pair with an even pinker gleam than usual. “well then, we do it anyway.” time is of the essence. “but quick!”
“No, she hasn’t.” Gemma probably had been waiting till the perfect time to send the Brit an inappropriate gift, mainly cause he regularly did the same with every one of her partners. That made him all the more adverse to the idea of even touching the box. “We’re not having a quickie with some strange sex toy my sister bought - that’s weird.” He sealed the rejection with a combination of a chuckle and a kiss and selfishly ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s mane before pulling away. “You can open it at your place tonight. I don’t wanna see it though.” He added as he reached for Brendon’s right hand, momentarily taking it in his own so he could kiss the ring on his second to last finger. It was the promise ring.
As his lips brushed against the whatever-karat gold, he met his partner’s gaze, and didn’t bother hiding the smile as he playfully but gently gave the digit a bite. “Okay, come on.” He began to pull him out of the kitchen - jasmine tea in hand - so they could go. Though before they could pass the staircase, he was tugging them both up. “Actually, wait, I need to change.” He had taken one glance at his attire for the evening and decided he wouldn’t be caught in public in it. “It’ll only take a second.” He added quickly, knowing full well a groan would follow the request. He then set the tea down as soon as they reached the bedroom and stripped himself of the white t-shirt and black skinnies so he could disappear into the closet and dress.
