[Being clung to is terribly lovely. In a moment like this, it feels somehow more--not the desperation of clutching in a fumble but the wonderful tension of holding onto a moment, of enjoying and being enjoyed, of wanting to keep the dizzying sensation building together.
William can't help a little laugh, breathless and pleased, as he briefly pulls his lips away, fingers continuing their lazy pace.]
God, look at you.
[There's a gentle awe to the words. It's not just that Thomas is a delight to drink in, or that he looks all the more delicious when he's in this state of beginning to come undone. William can't quite put his finger on the thought, but he knows with absolute certainty that he needs to absorb every millimetre of the other man's face, every sensation and sound, every last drop of this moment.]
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Date: 2021-05-09 06:17 pm (UTC)William can't help a little laugh, breathless and pleased, as he briefly pulls his lips away, fingers continuing their lazy pace.]
God, look at you.
[There's a gentle awe to the words. It's not just that Thomas is a delight to drink in, or that he looks all the more delicious when he's in this state of beginning to come undone. William can't quite put his finger on the thought, but he knows with absolute certainty that he needs to absorb every millimetre of the other man's face, every sensation and sound, every last drop of this moment.]