“A warm breath mingling with his. Jasmine and fire lilies, featherlight against his lips, just barely pressing in before retreating. “Hey, no fair, that wasn’t a proper— oh.”
The soft, hot press of a mouth against his knee, and it’s almost like the pain was never there.”
One of my favorite scene from @oldpotatoe’s fic Feels Like We Only Go Backwards, I’m experiencing pain in this Chili’s tonight lads.
(as always click for better quality bc tumblr hates me) Image ID under the cut!



















