[ the unhurried pace of this is wonderful and terrible at once-- wonderful because there is no rush and they can savour this, each other, because they are both old enough that hurried encounters on the ground really ought to be a thing of the past, especially thomas. terrible, too, because thomas finds himself hard already, a low ache almost that he cannot help but be aware of.
he does nothing to speed things up.
(perhaps part of it is simply that he's always been-- obliging, more than not, in these matters. perhaps part of it is that he likes the ache of it, sweet as it is. perhaps it's that william kisses him and then kisses him again, lingering, and all thoughts of doing something about it leave his mind in favour of kissing back and gripping william's shoulders tight, fingers digging in.) ]
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Date: 2021-04-03 09:42 pm (UTC)he does nothing to speed things up.
(perhaps part of it is simply that he's always been-- obliging, more than not, in these matters. perhaps part of it is that he likes the ache of it, sweet as it is. perhaps it's that william kisses him and then kisses him again, lingering, and all thoughts of doing something about it leave his mind in favour of kissing back and gripping william's shoulders tight, fingers digging in.) ]