Neil has a habit of slowly slipping lower until his face disappears into the crook of Andrewâs neck or against his chest. he doesnât even try to hide the deep breath he draws in, filling his lungs with Andrewâs scent as though searching for the one place where nothing else in the apartment can reach him, where thereâs only Andrew. âYou smell like yourself,â he murmurs, his lips never leaving Andrewâs skin. âWere you expecting someone elseâs?â Andrew asks, absentmindedly combing his fingers through Neilâs curls. Neil only answers with a quiet grunt, shaking his head before burrowing even closer. again and again, he makes the same tiny adjustments, clumsily trying to melt into Andrew without disturbing him, until Andrew finally lets out a quiet sigh. âYouâve got ten minutes.â Itâs all the permission Neil needs. the very next second, his legs are hopelessly tangled with Andrewâs, his arms wrapped securely around Andrewâs lower back as he presses every inch of himself as close as physically possible. soon, the only part of him still visible is the crown of red hair tucked beneath Andrewâs chin. âJunkie.â Andrew rolls his eyes, thoroughly trapped in a position that isnât particularly comfortable, but at least Neil finally stops squirming. the top of Neilâs head rests directly beneath Andrewâs lips, making it almost inevitable that he scatters a few absentminded kisses there as they talk. eventually, Andrew shifts, sliding a hand beneath Neilâs back before rolling him fully underneath him, pinning him gently between the mattress and his own body as he settles his weight on top. the moment Andrewâs scent completely overwhelms every other smell in the room, Neil lets out a muffled, deeply content little âYeahâŚâ as his hands instinctively stroke Andrewâs back and sides. Andrew isnât entirely sure whether that quiet âyeahâ is Neilâs response to being called a junkie or something slipped out from his unconscious mind, but judging by the way Neil melts beneath him, he clearly prefers this position. resting his chin atop Neilâs head, Andrew presses another lingering kiss into his hair, breathing in the clean scent left behind by Neilâs evening shower. âIâll make it twenty,â he murmurs quietly. âif it's too hardâwheeze." Neilâs arms only tighten more firmly around Andrewâs waist locking them together, making it perfectly clear that he couldnât care less about the discomfort if it means holding onto this moment for just a little longer.
