Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
Damian, he'd got right to what Misha was thinking, and the pale boy inclined his head as he glanced back at the coffee. "I'll make you real nice drip coffee. You just hold on and be patient," he chided with a playful smile on chapped lips and a hand settling on the small of Damian's back as the boy pressed himself to hip. He glanced up at Louis here: "We ain't sure how it works. Some things might have effect, others might not. If we find the things that don't do a thing, they're helpful as knowing which ones are out of your control," and, Misha, he reckoned thinking on wanting Damian, while Damian thought on wanting him, was a real good idea.
"It's probably best if one of us is in the bathroom or something," he suggested, on account of wanting something you had being redundant, but Damian leaned in with flushed cheeks to kiss him, and Misha reckoned trying it this way might be a real fine way to start.
Now, Misha, he was real aware of other folks, of what might make them uncomfortable or sad or hurting, but all that angelic calm he'd displayed earlier, it melted in the face of Damian's hands pressing to the counter. It was a real simple thing, but the desire that spiked in the angel in the moments 'fore the kiss was real strong, real bright. Supernatural folks, they liked feasting on angels for a reason, and this was it. For all that he could shut it off some, when he didn't it was supernova wanting, blinding in the face of human wanting. Damian kissed him, and, see, Misha had himself a real strong exhibitionist kink. He was aware of Louis in the room, but that wasn't any restraining factor, not after that first blush of thinking on it. Louis, he became an audience, and, Misha, he react real bold when there was an audience.
He moved his hands from Damian's waist to his ass, and he yanked the other boy 'gainst him with fingers that flexed strong and sure 'gainst asscheek. He glanced over Damian's shoulder once at Louis, and would that he could say that was 'bout registering the other man's reaction for learning purposes, but it really wasn't. He slid one hand up, closing it real sure 'round Damian's nape, and it was all he could do to stop himself from dropping to his knees while coffee percolated in Louis' kitchen.