Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
Misha, he might not be able to feel Damian burning for him, but he was still real sure he could get the other boy to sing, though he recognized the circumstances might need to be real particular. "They say beach water is good for curing ails," he said, and Misha didn't know a damn thing 'bout science. He couldn't explain that the notion had likely come from salt being a disinfectant, and saltwater serving that purpose some. He only knew that hot, beach summers were meant to help old and young alike, and he reckoned it might put some color back in Damian's cheeks. The boy, Damian, he looked real beautiful to Misha just now, but he also recognized that Damian looked fragile and delicate some, and the idea of going to a beach was growing and growing on him. "Carolinas it is. The water in the Carolinas is meant to smell sweeter than in Georgia, on account of Georgia has paper mills 'long the coast." But, course, all that talk was left aside in favor of dividers in cars, and Misha just made a deliberately noncommittal hum when it came to talk of dividers and calling.
But, Damian, he was right in reckoning Misha wasn't real pleased with all the moving 'bout. Damian, he reckoned, needed resting. But it was real hard to focus on Damian doing any resting at all with shirts coming off, and hoodie gave way to faded shirt, all thin and worn, and Misha tugged on it, wanting it off Damian, over his head and leaving dark curls a wayward and tousled mess. That tug of fabric, it was rougher than intended, but that was all Damian's doing and that offer of fucking him, Misha. He glanced down just in time to see Damian's toes curl, and then his gaze slid up Damian's chest and belly, dark hair and skin, and Misha's dick was plenty hard 'neath them pants he was absolutely not taking off, and for more reasons than just not wanting to tire Damian out.
He placed his hands on the bed, on either side of Damian's thighs, knuckles down and his face real close to the other boy's. "You ain't going to tire yourself out fucking me. That's even more tiring than me fucking you." He pressed a real hard, real unyielding kiss to Damian's mouth then. "And I missed you like I ain't never missed a thing." Course, there was a whole lot of interest in blue that was still plenty unearthly, but Misha wasn't having it. "Once you're out of here," he added, not wanting Damian to reckon he wasn't inclined.