Re: Roof: Damian/Misha
Misha, he reckoned he liked this languor. It felt real intimate to a boy whose previous experiences with kissing were always real deliberate rushes into bed with strangers or near-strangers. He didn't want to end the kiss, neither, but watching Damian wipe at his lips was real nice, and he smiled plenty fond as the other boy insisted he wasn't exhausted any. "Ten minutes," he insisted, and he kissed that determinedly lifted chin just as parted-lip slow as he'd kissed Damian's mouth.
He wasn't fussed 'bout the humanity comment, and he smiled at Damian's arrogance. He even laughed some, so damn fond, and he kissed the other boy's cheeks and touched the flecks of gold left on Damian's lips. "I just don't want you thinking I got me a boner for humanity, even if you know real well you're superior to every other human walking the earth." That was teasing, and it was said teasing, and the curious question that came after fingers fell to tulle, that was unexpected. "I don't reckon so. I think I like boys near my age, even in general, for bedding down. I never did go looking for older men. I fell for you without clapping eyes on you, so that can't be 'bout looks. Do you reckon you have a type?"