NSFW MUSE REACTION !! / NOT ACCEPTING
he doesn’t know who really starts it.
“this’ll complicate things,” clint says because it’s the right thing to say, even if it’s not what he feels. it will absolutely complicate things, yeah, but with nap’s fingers walking the hem of his shirt like a balance beam he couldn’t care.
he’s been looking at solo’s lips forever.
clint lets himself reciprocate: he pushes himself up onto his side, leaning heavy on his elbow. his hand rests solid and warm against solo’s lower belly and he stretches his fingers as wide as he can to take up the most space: as if he was planning to absorb him up through his palm. he knows his eyes are heavy, sees it reflected in solo’s own. there’s weight to this thing. it’s always been there, a ghost haunting the both of them.
“can i touch you?” clarification is key. clint wants the honesty in the air. he wants to hear solo say the words, loud and clear to resonate in clint’s head forever. make him dizzy, make him sweat more than he already is. he knows his armpits have made spots and he wonders if the line of his back is visible in the darkness its made of his shirt. he ducks his head and feels the pull between his shoulder blades. ow.
“can we kiss - for real?” no shows. no hamming it up. maybe get some tongue action.
