After Aather!

[followtheblackrabbit]

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[followtheblackrabbit]

[noo he can go diaf]

Gil—[twists his hands in his jacket, holding him tight]

[likeawritingdesk]

I'm alright. I'm... alright.

It's just so rotten, Oz.

[followtheblackrabbit]

[mrr. reaches up to brush his hair out of his face, framing it with his hands]

We don't have to go back to it. We'll never have to face that again.

[likeawritingdesk]

[cups his face back with his strong hand, swallowing thickly and pulling a breath in]

Never. We're leaving it behind.

[followtheblackrabbit]

[puts his hand over Gil's, leaning into it]

Yeah. We have something better for us here.

[likeawritingdesk]

[bbbbask in Oz everything is ok bask in Oz

ok

improving]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[that is not your improving face]

[but maybe it will improve if I pull it down and kiss it]

[likeawritingdesk]

[--///////// whmn whimpermoans but settles down and melts and kisses back]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[kissing completely slow and tender, taking his time with this one]

[likeawritingdesk]

[///////////////////

things this is better than: bullshit pasts, and also everything else]

Mmm...

[followtheblackrabbit]

[yes, this is the best thing]

[tugging him down without breaking the kiss]

[likeawritingdesk]

[ffffollowing, shifting however Oz pulls him...]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[good then you are going to sit and I am going to be in your lap and we are going to make out right now]

[likeawritingdesk]

[m...makes the fuck out with oz. squeezing him and holding him close and pulling him against him hfng]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[pressing tight up against him, but seems pretty content to keep their pace even, just deliberate and clearly savoring this]

[likeawritingdesk]

[thhhis is good, this is worth it all... drawing all the comfort from this, until he's boneless under him, hand buried in his hair. The other falls back palm up next to his head, he cant hold it up after a while.]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[pulling back after a while, a little breathless and flushed, tracing his fingers across Gil's temples, down his neck]

[likeawritingdesk]

[well sedated mmn. tilts his throat automatically, trusting. Under his collar he is well bitten and bruised up lol though it already looks old and starting to fade.]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[man being alone means no more hickey wars :<a] [runs his fingertips over a few of the marks before slipping down, starting to work his shirt open]

[likeawritingdesk]

[this effort looks way less like a war effort and more like just total desperation, to be fair, it has never quite been this bad. his eyes flutter open and he flushes when he touches the marks, and he opens his mouth a moment but shuts it again. then opens again and breathes.]

Oz...

[followtheblackrabbit]

[slides his hands into Gil's shirt now that it's open, running his palms up his stomach and chest before leaning in and kissing over one of the marks]

Mmh?

[likeawritingdesk]

[hhffnnnn arches... oh should i say something. Thoughtlessly]

Feels good...

[followtheblackrabbit]

[you could just make noise...]

Mmh, good.

[kissing down, not intent on leaving any marks of his own, just leaving light kisses across his neck, his collarbone]

[likeawritingdesk]

[honestly that is perfect. breathes in, his breath hitching and. cracking. a little. covers his face]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[I will kiss all the Gil!]

[glances up at him, his hands moving over his sides, kissing across his chest]