Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha had been way back in timelines during his learning, and he would've explained it wasn't that folks wanted to be 'round each other more. It was that, without as many distractions, companionship was what folks did. Balls, and dinners, and sitting 'round talking, and that kind of thing didn't happen a whole lot now. "Sadie was asking if we should play music, and I said could be, and maybe board games." When he'd been in New York, they'd played board games a whole lot, childish as that sounded. "I miss home some. Could be it's feeling disconnected now. I ain't sure," he said honestly, and he wasn't real sure why he was longing keening for the hollow. Misha, his fingers were stilled on buttons. "I ain't got nothing smells like you. Before, I would've gone home just to burrow in your pillow, but that would take a whole lot of buses just now," he admitted, tugging on Damian's fingers when the buttons were left be. "I ain't sure Uber has a divider, sweetheart." Misha, he reckoned that was what Damian meant 'bout hiring a car.
And it was real good that kissing took to happening, on account of that tutting made Misha want to kiss the other boy real awful. He loosened his grip on Damian when the other boy pushed up 'gainst shoulder, and he let Damian use him for climbing or balance or whatever need be. His hands went to Damian's hips, then 'round to rest on his ass, and, when the kiss broke, he tugged Damian 'gainst him as good as he could. He wanted belly to chest, and he wanted real bad to have to look up at the boy he'd been missing so keening. He didn't want distance 'tween them, was what it was, and he was real hard pressed not to find somewhere to drag Damian and strip him down. Which, course, wasn't what he was meant to be thinking on during this visit. But, Misha, his coping mechanisms hadn't changed a whole lot, and it was only the fact that he didn't want no one else that kept him chaste at present.
Damian's fingers, they found chapped lips again, and Misha sucked dark fingertips into pink mouth. "You're real beautiful," he reminded the other boy, and Damian was. Flushed and reddened and fragile how he was, Damian was plenty fetching, and Misha nipped at the fingers pressed 'gainst his teeth. "I can't feel it like normal. You'll just have to show me more often, I reckon," he explained, and his gaze dropped bloated and heavy to Damian's mouth when the other boy talked 'bout missing kisses. "You missed any other things?" Could be they should be talking 'bout illness and addiction, but youth begged for distraction, least in Misha's case it did.