boy kissing for phoebesmum
just a bit of comment fic that didn't format correctly for
phoebesmum, so my OCD self must post it here and try to make it look less deranged.
Casey isn’t surprised that Dan’s a good kisser, of course he’s not. He’s seen him in action enough to know that his kisses are met with enthusiasm. He’s heard enough (enough to make him blush, enough to make him burn, enough to make him wonder) to know that no one he dates has any complaints.
But that same talk (that made him blush, made him burn, made him wonder) led Casey to believe that Dan didn’t leave things at the kissing stage for long. And so the first time they kissed, hard and long and unexpected, he wasn’t surprised that it felt so good.
He was surprised that, the first time and every time after, Danny’s eyes always fluttered closed before their lips touched. He was surprised that Danny seemed happy to stay at the kissing stage for hours, for days, forever. He was surprised that Danny thought every part of him worth kissing, with a heart-skipping combination of gentleness and intensity.
He surprised himself by making the next move (moving it closer, moving it deeper, moving it to the edge of the world).
Now, when he is woken by Danny’s kisses and spends the day waiting to go to sleep by Danny’s kisses, he remembers that he didn’t know this, didn’t suspect, and he is surprised.