Re: Log: Damian/Misha
Damian was sweating. Misha stared.
That tipped chin of defiance snapped Misha back, brung him back to the room and the fact that this was plenty real, and his expression went from shock to fondness by degrees. Like the sun peeking out from behind clouds overhead, and he didn't say a damn thing right off. He took Damian's cigarette first if he could, and tossed it out the open window after tapping it out on the sill. Then, while Damian glared, he cupped the boy's face in his hands, and he ducked down and kissed him.
The kiss was real brief, and it was more sucking than kiss. He sucked on Damian's upper lip, then on the lower, which he tugged 'tween his teeth light. Then, forehead pressed to Damian's, he just smiled real serene, the frenetic panic building from earlier washed away by this moment. "Took you long enough," he said, fond and tease and a smile that he couldn't contain. He dragged lips 'cross the other boy's cheek, not stopping 'til his mouth was at Damian's ear. "I love you too." He nosed 'gainst real short hair over Damian's ear, at the side of his head. "I ain't never said that 'fore," he confessed real soft. "Say it to me in Arabic."