@ritterlich sent : 「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them 😌😌
it had started months ago - a release for them both ( an escape ). a dance that had become far more intimate than either of them had ever initiated before , only to end up in bed , limbs entwined. IT WAS A SAFETY , in a way. an understanding between them both that this was comfort. this was peace. tonight? scott and kip's wedding had been the trigger. HE WAS PROUD OF WIL , for standing by his best friend , but he knows the ache , the wishing it was him. the same ache that ilya had gotten when they'd first seen those pictures of shane & rose.
"i have you." it's a whisper against wil's lips , fingers that curl into his shirt as their pressed against the wall. returning the kiss hungrily , his fingers unbutton wil's shirt. "i'll make it go away." IT COMES SO NATURALLY TO ILYA , seeking to rid wil of his pain , his thoughts - just as wil has done for them , countless times. once his shirts open , ilya surges forward , brushing lips against wil's chest , fingers tugging at his belt.