[ they could return to their conversation, continue it. the kiss has not yet passed the point of no return, theirs is not a mad scramble toward completion. they could —but william's fingers slide against his jaw and curl in his hair and thomas finds himself making a soft noise and leaning deeper into the kiss, more than happy to do this instead.
it feels good. he cannot remember the last time he was kissed like this before this ship, before william and bucky and the last planet's peculiar effects. and, of course, now. ]
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Date: 2020-09-20 02:48 pm (UTC)it feels good. he cannot remember the last time he was kissed like this before this ship, before william and bucky and the last planet's peculiar effects. and, of course, now. ]