STARTER. // [ this is right ] ;; @punderhanded
“ * kicks ” impact’s voice is gentle; this is a precious moment he doesn’t DARE want to bre ak his body laid against the other, the t.v. of his living room a low murmur to the easy pulsing of MAGIC between them, having slowly found a gorgeous sync with one another.
“ kicks, ” he tries again, skull tilting to look to the other, the room dim. there’s a blanket spread across them both, & shyly, does he press a nuzzle of teeth to the other’s cheekbone. all in an attempt to capture the other’s attention, no matter the now smattering of pastel navy along his skull. “ you’re sittin’ on the remote. mind handing it over? ”
















