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Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss. . || Accepting || @pulemet
It’s not often he’s so playful, not for the eyes of many to see at least. He’s like that of a sleeping bear, one best not bothered unless death was one’s desire. So often he wore a stern expression upon his brow, guarded, his emotions and thoughts so often hidden away from the rest of the world. With good reason, he could only imagine. For he knew the extent of his past, those bits and pieces he’d give away on nights kept secret between them both. Those dark parts of his past he dare not tell anyone else but him and him alone. It’s what made him into the man he was before him, a jaded and war torn man who’d seen too much far too soon in the days of his youth, to put it lightly.
Yet when he was with him- just the two of them in private, how his guard seemed to fall, if only temporarily. As if the rest of the world were to fade around them, peace and privacy allowing his walls to fall, his expression softening and even allowing a smile to form between them. It started with one quick peck on the cheek after a long day of work, which soon turned into lips, the moment he turned to greet him. His arms slipped around his broad shoulders, hugging to his neck, and in a moment he was swept off his feet so unexpectedly. How it left him in a fit of giggles, finding himself perched atop his operation table, with the heavy gunner nestled between his thighs. It wasn’t like him, to bombard him with kisses, feeling a pair of calloused hands take hold of his face to keep him in place. How it left his glasses crooked upon the bridge of his nose as he broke into a fit of laughter, tugging playfully at the man’s collar as if it would make him ease up on his affections. “Misha-!” Yet he had no desire to stop him, allowing the sound of their laughter to both fill the room between them.
It was after a moment however, that he broke away, to take chance and gather his thoughts. Instead his brow rested against his own a moment, allowing his fingertips to brush along the man’s lower lip as he spoke. “Shall we have tea? I had no idea you missed me so much today.” Then again, a heavy without his medic wasn’t much of a heavy at all. It’s what left him grinning, knowing well the feeling was mutual, that they longed and ached to be near one another, and often felt lost without the other. Love- if they ever could find such a thing, his home residing in the arms of the man before him, and how he had no desire to be without him by his side. “I trust things went well- judging how both you and Scout came back in one piece. You will have to tell me all about it.”
