GET OUT OF MY HEAD, CHARLES

[halfcocked]

[someone's at your window, Hakuren, late in the evening on the 22nd . . . ]

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[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[takes his hands, squeezing them] What are you worried about?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

. . . I know you love me but I hate getting rejected, I get worried that--

[--I'm gross, that you think I'm ugly or not attractive, or maybe you'll just never want me and maybe every time we kiss you hate it . . . ]

--I know it's not true because you tell me so and I trust you, but even though I know it in my head I feel that way a little bit.

[squeezing his hands back]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[considering this, weighing several responses quickly and discarding them before they have a chance to really manifest through the link, then:]

Kiss me.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

--Huh?

[so much hopeful excitement]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[a little nervous, but also determined, meeting Devit's eyes evenly] I said kiss me.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[a moment like he was going to say more, but distracted by that face, crawling up close and leaning in to meet his lips]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[kisses him back softly, slowly relaxing some of his control--there is a quietly wry sense of amused self-deprecation, it always feels like the first time when we do this, but there's also a deep sense of comfortable rightness, and pleasure--this is the only person I would ever want to do this with]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[on his part, there's a sense of deep, echoed pleasure, there's no one else in the world, and some surprisingly firm self-restraint of his own: this much, and no more, or he'll get scared or yell at me . . . it's hard, but this much is good, too . . .

and, of course, some very deep, undeniable lust]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[shivers a little at that, nerves and the briefest hint of wistfulness both, but resolutely concentrates more on the immediate kiss itself, and how much he does like it, and enjoys the closeness, for however long he allows himself to have it]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[you okay? but is distracted by those feelings, echoing them back tenfold, I could do this for hours and not get bored]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[moans a little, faintly, into the kiss, shivering]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[the stab of desire at that sound is immediate and hard and gratifying, though Devit controls it surprisingly well]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[finally, and with a reluctance that he deliberately doesn't hide, pushes Devit back]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Mmmmnn . . . [letting it happen, though of course disappointed, but much calmer now, the knot of anxiety in his stomach having slipped away]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[licks his lips briefly, definitely blushing] S-so, you get it now?

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh . . .

[XXX

sorry!]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[so reddddddddd] Good.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[flopping onto the bed, rolling around a little, almost childishly happy] That--thanks! Thank you!

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[SIGHS, I will never understand you] You're welcome.

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[you love me]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

Well, of course.

[well, of course]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[grins and snickers; love feels good

and sharing some of that with him, the simple, uncomplicated heat in his chest and belly whenever they're together]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[reaches down to pet Devit's hair gently, returning a lot of those feelings]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

I'm glad we did this . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[smiling faintly] It was nice.