Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
Misha, he was just being real helpful, even if his blue eyes twinkled bright. But that couldn't be helped any. Misha, see, really did like all the things that came with living. He liked skin, and he liked real pretty boys, and he liked kissing quiet in dusty rooms. He was real pleased when Oliver moved forward, though he wasn't scaring the boy any. He was just leaning harmless, and he even tried to be good 'bout not watching the dark-haired boy's approach with too much earthy interest.
Oliver acquiesced that it wouldn't be lying any if real kissing were involved, and Misha nodded. He didn't feel bad 'bout a thing, neither. This hadn't been his notion, and that made it all the better.
"You go on," he said, agreeing to Oliver's suggestion that the kissing come walking over on those two long legs. Misha noticed Oliver said it quick, and he filed that back for remembering. For now, Misha just waited patient, like he wouldn't mind if Oliver took the whole damn week to work himself up to a press of mouth that Misha was sure would be real sweet and chaste.
Near to him, Misha smelled of cool things, clean things. If pure could smell like a person, that was what Misha smelled like. In this antiseptic place that was all dust and confusion, Misha managed to smell blue as his eyes. Freshwater lakes before ice, and crisp air that still felt real nice against warm skin. He was ozone, and wasn't a cologne or perfume in the world could change that 'bout the boy that leaned closer some when Oliver closed his eyes.
Oliver leaned in, and Misha kept himself from ravishing the other boy's mouth, though his exhale said he wanted to plenty. Misha's breath was sweet in that kiss, and he only parted his lips some, and he didn't chase Oliver's mouth or do a thing with his tongue. His fingers twitched behind him on the table, but that was the only real tell that he wanted to do things he wasn't letting himself go and do. But he did kiss Oliver. Sweet and well-behaved, Misha kissed him.