"Can I kiss you?" // one from justin because of reasons~!
always asking for permission to kiss@sweetheartsnark || accepting always
The formation of relationships with those that could harm him, be those relationships platonic or romantic, was something the hunter avoided as a given. Though, it was a difficult thing to avoid something that had no visible progression to track, something that was subtle and was only noticeable when it had progressed to a certain point, a point that hit him like a punch to his stomach and that knocked the breath from chapped lips.
That point had long since passed for the two of them; at least, on James’ end, it had passed unawares to the brunet, too focused on the enjoyment their budding friendship, if it could even be called just a friendship, gave him. He had opened his closely guarded heart to this blond, had let the locks be broken off when he had allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss and the boundaries between friendship and more blurred with a curious question being asked of him.
The curiosity that had lit his veins with a slow burning warmth surged through him again as he regarded the other for a long moment, mind at war with itself over his response. Sarcasm was a given, was normal of the hunter, yet no words fell from his lips. Quite the opposite, he shifted closer, silently repositioning himself so that he was leaning into Justin’s personal space, gaze focused on the other’s all the while.
The curiosity that was bright in blue hues was mingled with a challenge that had no voice, mingled with a certain exasperation that was more fondness than it was genuine annoyance. Remained as he was, in the blond’s personal space and quickly letting himself sway ever closer, the hunter’s little quirk of lips was a loud goad for the other that he finally gave a voice to.
“Stop asking to kiss me and just do it already.”
He had promised himself he wouldn’t cave in, wouldn’t let that surging curiosity overcome him, but the hunter wanted to let himself be pulled under the waves of interest that Justin brought out in him. He wanted to tangle digits in the front of a shirt collar and tug the other closer, yet he did no such thing. He let Justin have the power to continue this, for once a quiet voice instead of the main player.
The formation of relationships was something he avoided. Until he didn’t want to avoid it and, instead, embrace it, let it suck him in with a smile on his lips.
