Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
Damian was not thinking upon the devil. He was thinking upon Burden. He watched as the boy took his steps beyond, then stopped. Damian did approach him. Damian did espy the look of confusion that pulled at fine features as he continued to close distance. When Burden reacted, and it was not to push him away for fear of malefaction, Damian felt a warmth draw through him as a thread catching fire. How strange it was. How strange to have possibly done this before. How strange for it to have been reflexive and in all states. How strange that a thousandth was a first. How strange that he leaned heavily into the taller boy, a pale hand upon his hip beckoning. How strange that the lips he had perhaps thought about in the interim between in-person interaction parted for him and bid him do the same.
He did not open his eyes, though he could not have said when he closed them. Neither did Damian hesitate. Oh, the utter stupidity. His own hands were now placed upon the cool smoothness of Burden's cheeks. Bodily, he was pressed to Burden. And he parted his lips, to allow the boy's tongue entrance. Once more, he whined softly, as he sought to deepen the kiss by daring to defile it with his own tongue.