Re: Car Park: Ben S/Ronan X
[He can feel the warmth of his own breath curling against the collar of Ben's shirt and he can smell the sharp note of vodka coming back to him, making his nose wrinkle in distaste. He hates vodka. He wants to go home and brush his teeth at least twice, and maybe sleep for a day in the warmth of Ben's arms, with the dogs at his back like they tend to be whenever he's stressed out or upset. (He's still not sure if that's a result of him unintentionally projecting his emotions at them, or if it's just dogs being such empathetic creatures to begin with.)]
God, yes. [It's half groan and half huff of strained laughter as he slides his arms free and takes a half step back, pausing only to brush a kiss against Ben's throat like he just needs to convince himself that this is real, this is the waking world. His smile comes a little easier after that, and he takes Ben's hand in his own.] Hungry? I can make us pancakes so that you're properly fuelled up to spend the rest of the day in bed with me.