Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
To Burden, the boy's body against his was unfamiliar. But there was something about it that felt right, known, if not familiar. And the unfamiliarity of it, it was real thrilling. Burden, he found he wanted to skate his hands all over Damian's flat chest, to touch all those parts of the boy that he reckoned would feel firm and sinewy. He was feeling all these things, even as he closed his mouth over the other boy's. It was wrong, and his head warred, but not loudly enough to make him jump back or push Damian away.
The other boy's jaw was scratchy, even in smoothness, sharp, even as it was soft. Damian licked past chapped lips, and Burden licked back and slid his hand down from the small of Damian's back, down, until his palm rested on the boy's ass, just at the cleft, and he pulled Damian closer with a moan, one offered as be broke the kiss to breathe against Damian's lips. And he wasn't thinking on photographs or confessionals or demons. He was wholly intoxicated by the boy pressed up to him. And while he knew this couldn't go further, he sure as heck wanted it to. "I would remember that," he uttered soft, against even softer lips.