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High off his ass, sprawled out on the floor with one of the pillows from the sofa under his head and a bag of chips beside him, Caspian couldn't have been more content if he tried. His eyes were shut, and he was listening to Gabriel go on about his dating life, which was more relatable than he'd expected in all honesty. Maybe the dating pool was just shit for everyone then. "Women are weird. I get the whole having options things, but why dick around so much with a guy's emotions when he's genuinely interested in you? Or why not just say you're otherwise occupied?" He snickered, reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
There was a brief moment of silence, and honestly, Cas had zoned out in it until Gabriel spoke up again. The inquiry in question made him reopen his eyes and lift his head up to look at the other, laughing a bit, "I'll suck face with anyone, toots. I don't discriminate. All lips are good for kissing." A genuine reply before letting his head fall back again. Caspian couldn't hold back his laughter assured him he was some kind of expert in kissing men. "What did I get myself into? Some sort of seminar on how to like dick?"
Gabe apparently had some sort of idea, and if he knew anything, it was that ideas while high were always chaotic. With a low groan, he pushed himself up to a seated position and cracked his neck, just in time to see Gabe crawling his way over to him. At first, he chuckled in amusement, "What on earth are you on?" A rhetorical question, he had provided what Gabe was on.
But that amusement soon turned to bewilderment when Gabe kept coming forward, until their faces were mere inches apart. Caspian swallowed harshly, his heartbeat in his throat. In a blink, the gap between them is closed, and their lips are entwined, a curt sound of surprise escaping his lungs.
His body reacted while his mind was struggling to keep up actively. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned into it, indulging in the taste of Gabe's tongue by circling it with his own. There's a sound that resembled a moan somewhere in between passes of their lips, a hand grounding itself on the back of Gabriel's head, fingers curling in his hair.
Time didn't feel real in those moments.
When the other drew back, he was suddenly aware of how little he'd remembered to breathe and cleared his throat, blinking himself back into focus. Taking the hand from Gabriel's hair away, he ran it back through his own. Caspian exhaled a huff of amusement when he's accused of holding back, looking down into his own lap for a moment, "I wouldn't say that's the reason in particular why I was holdin' back, toots." The sentiment was low, gravely, but it was clear what he meant when he looked back up to lock eyes with Gabriel again.
Did he want to try again? A snicker. "I'm gonna give you a pass for askin' dumb questions 'cause you're cute." He teased, running his tongue over the corner of his lips. It was clear he was thinking something over with the way he was eyeing Gabe up and down.
A soft hum, seemingly in aggreance with himself. "C'mere." He sounded, scooting himself forward. "You don't get to kiss me like that and be this far away." Taking one of Gabe's hands, he placed it on his shoulder before easing his own hands over the man's hips, coaxing him closer at a gentle pace until he was close enough that he could hoist him onto his lap, straddled across his waist.
Caspian nosed him a bit, ghosting his lips over Gabe before finally taking the plunge once more. Deeper this time, more involved, his hands caressing the small of the other's back like he was precious, something to be handled delicately, even if the dancing of their tongues suggested otherwise.
