periodiic:

                      what normally passes for a pallid tone in his flesh is now vibrant
                      with color. whether it be the alcohol or not doesn’t matter, he’s 
                      openly embarrassed and it’s apparent. his mouth remains fixed
                      in a grin despite the fact that both faces are now pressed against
                      each other. 

                      ‘ and how are you so sure ? ‘ 

                      it’s quite a change from the robert he had spent evenings with. 
                      he’s treating him with much more of a noticeable grace. the way 
                      he’s touching him is calculated, delicate, and gentle. the change 
                      from robert’s commanding and forceful nature is nothing short of
                      a pleasant surprise. it’s enough so that damien leans in a second 
                      time, dusting the other’s before dipping in.      

    _{❝I can see right through you, baby. Nothing hides from good ol’ Bob– Robert,❞ he coughs awkwardly, catching himself. There was no possible way that he was already feeling TIPSY. Where did all his alcohol tolerance go? Oh, that’s right. He’s with Damien. The only other man who could twist him in his own absurd version of submission. ( emotional vulnerability, giddiness. )}

    _{He is happy to return the kiss, arms yet again finding their way around Damien, curling back into his hair, had his mood been worse, he’d of tried to make more of a move, perhaps push Damien deeper into the couch, or put a hand up his shirt. But this didn’t feel like the time or place for the moment being.} 

    _❝What WOULD _{you prefer?❞}