Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
"It'll be a nice time, socializing," Misha offered, reckoning Damian might not have had a whole bunch of nice social gatherings. "Getting folks together, even friends, is nice some, 'specially if everyone likes each other. Back in old times, 'fore televisions and internet, folks would just sit 'round and play music and talk," he explained, and he said it like he was being real informative. "And you're right 'bout it meaning something. I didn't think on that much when I talked to Sadie. We talked brief, mostly 'bout cornbread and missing home." But, Damian, he was making deals 'bout clothing, and Misha was smiling fond as jeans got picked at. "If you want my clothes, you just say. It'll be even bigger on you," he said of the shirt, but he would leave it behind. To prove it, he started undoing remaining buttons, and he kept on going 'til Damian stopped him. "But I won't go pleasuring myself in a car, if that's what you're suggesting, on account I reckon you might get jealous some." His smile went soft. "I'm stubborn," he agreed.
Misha, he had no idea what to really call being earthbound. He didn't reckon he could be un-angeled entirely, not without falling, but could be he'd fallen and didn't know. He wasn't real sure how that worked. Damian's 'please,' that made thoughts of angeling unimportant, and Misha was moving his hand to cup Damian's cheek, even with the boy barely helping by sitting up just a smidgeon. But, Damian, he talked 'bout getting hurt, and Misha just closed the space 'tween their mouths. Kindly, he spoke 'fore he actually kissed the other boy. "We can't be sure 'bout that. I ain't human," he reminded Damian, and could be that was denial. Whatever it was, it hardly mattered, on account of Damian took over with the kissing, and it was all the coaxing Misha needed.
The kiss, it made Misha reckon Damian felt well 'nough to be kissed good and proper, and he dragged his tongue 'long the seam of Damian's lips, in and just past and over lines of white teeth. That was all the slow he could manage, and then he made a small sound of wanting and needing and fear, and he pressed his lips harder 'gainst the other boy's mouth. He licked, tangled, insisted with tongue and breath mingling, and it was real evident he was trying to take more, to feel more. It was different, not feeling Damian's want, not understanding in a real bone-deep way that it was there. "Do you like kissing me?" he finally asked, breath still heated from the kiss and a small lick past Damian's teeth, withdrawal in just them moments for words to form and be spoke.