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He’s laughing. I’m too far away to see the person he’s talking with, their body is shaded by his, but I can tell by the curves on his back that he’s laughing. He laughs with his whole body, and I can already see his eyes - intelligent and humorous, those flecks of gold that just catch you off guard and dance a trail of fire down your spine.
He’s good at that. The fire trail, I mean. Always knows when to apply the perfect pressure at the perfect time. He’s always listening to what my body tells him.
He’s wearing that green shirt again. He knows what the green shirt does to me, and I choose to make it personal, because dammit all it is. It hugs the rounds of his shoulders and hangs off, creating the perfect gap to slide my hand up and stroke the small of his back.
I’d sneak up and try and surprise him, but he always manages to hear people approaching, no matter how quietly they are, and I’m no exception. Instead, he pushes back against my hand and I feel the sun warm skin. He introduces me to a person of no relevence, relishing watching my manners, smiling with approval as I attempt to charm them. Licking his lips in order to distract me, letting forth a silent chuckle as I pinch his spine in admonishment. Nearly a year, and I’m as hungry for him as I’ve ever been, my mouth as desperate for his kiss as my body is for his touch.
And he laughs again, but this time he leans a little into me, and I realise I’m a man cast with amazing riches. A man who has been lucky enough to find love whilst he’s still young enough to enjoy it.
He’s good at that. The fire trail, I mean. Always knows when to apply the perfect pressure at the perfect time. He’s always listening to what my body tells him.
He’s wearing that green shirt again. He knows what the green shirt does to me, and I choose to make it personal, because dammit all it is. It hugs the rounds of his shoulders and hangs off, creating the perfect gap to slide my hand up and stroke the small of his back.
I’d sneak up and try and surprise him, but he always manages to hear people approaching, no matter how quietly they are, and I’m no exception. Instead, he pushes back against my hand and I feel the sun warm skin. He introduces me to a person of no relevence, relishing watching my manners, smiling with approval as I attempt to charm them. Licking his lips in order to distract me, letting forth a silent chuckle as I pinch his spine in admonishment. Nearly a year, and I’m as hungry for him as I’ve ever been, my mouth as desperate for his kiss as my body is for his touch.
And he laughs again, but this time he leans a little into me, and I realise I’m a man cast with amazing riches. A man who has been lucky enough to find love whilst he’s still young enough to enjoy it.