Which is Hank’s way of saying ‘yes, I fucking intend to kiss you.’ So he does, leaning in to press his lips against Alivian’s. Trying to angle his chin back, not pushing forward too hard because he knows how much beards can scratch.
And some people are into that. Others, not so much. So Hank is being careful.
Slow.
Fingers trailing along Alivian’s jaw. Down the slope of his neck and over his shoulder.
“Real creative, huh?”
Which is good, because one of them has to be. Hank’s simple: he goes with the flow.
“Gimme your little... the clamps.” A whisper against the corner of Alivian’s mouth. “The pretty ones.”
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“You’re cute.”
Which is Hank’s way of saying ‘yes, I fucking intend to kiss you.’ So he does, leaning in to press his lips against Alivian’s. Trying to angle his chin back, not pushing forward too hard because he knows how much beards can scratch.
And some people are into that. Others, not so much. So Hank is being careful.
Slow.
Fingers trailing along Alivian’s jaw. Down the slope of his neck and over his shoulder.
“Real creative, huh?”
Which is good, because one of them has to be. Hank’s simple: he goes with the flow.
“Gimme your little... the clamps.” A whisper against the corner of Alivian’s mouth. “The pretty ones.”