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21st_sacrament) wrote2011-12-19 08:38 pm
21st_sacrament) wrote2011-12-19 08:38 pm
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/treating rp threads like personal headcanon aw yeah
From the moment Alex confessed in his kitchen the touching and closeness between them has only grown. A warm certainty has been building in Henry since, making him less shy about their bodies brushing and pressing against one another or taking his hand into his.
They're curled up on his living room floor, folders of his work abandoned in messy stacks on his coffee table beside them. Both of them have been letting loose yawns that threaten to crack their jaws in half and Henry is content to stay where he is, head pillowed on Alex's arm with his cheek pressed against his shoulder.
He can fall asleep like this, he has, but something is stopping him.
The thing is, Alex was right about him. Even at his most impulsive he's still following some sort of mental checklist. He's running through one right now, feeling self-conscious butterflies run wild in his stomach when he gets to the last box waiting to be marked off.
Henry had crumpled into a shy, red mess when he said he liked him, feeling the all too vulnerable weight of the words, like they were waiting to be snatched back (as if he would take them back).
When he pushes himself onto his own forearm to look down at Alex it doesn't feel like that at all and when he leans down to press his lips against his softly, the action only leaves him feeling light and warm. He barely pulls back before Alex blinks, eyes brightening and a grin splitting his lips - transforming his face into something almost unbearably young.
He's adorable and he pulls him down gently for another kiss.
They're curled up on his living room floor, folders of his work abandoned in messy stacks on his coffee table beside them. Both of them have been letting loose yawns that threaten to crack their jaws in half and Henry is content to stay where he is, head pillowed on Alex's arm with his cheek pressed against his shoulder.
He can fall asleep like this, he has, but something is stopping him.
The thing is, Alex was right about him. Even at his most impulsive he's still following some sort of mental checklist. He's running through one right now, feeling self-conscious butterflies run wild in his stomach when he gets to the last box waiting to be marked off.
Henry had crumpled into a shy, red mess when he said he liked him, feeling the all too vulnerable weight of the words, like they were waiting to be snatched back (as if he would take them back).
When he pushes himself onto his own forearm to look down at Alex it doesn't feel like that at all and when he leans down to press his lips against his softly, the action only leaves him feeling light and warm. He barely pulls back before Alex blinks, eyes brightening and a grin splitting his lips - transforming his face into something almost unbearably young.
He's adorable and he pulls him down gently for another kiss.