[ nureyev sways into him and it reminds juno of the sway of the grass, the trees, the way they lean towards the sun. he moves forward just that much more, other hand coming up to slide against his chest. there's no spooking him at this point, he feels rooted here on his knees now, mouth brushing just faintly now over the curve of his chin and then up against his mouth.
still with you.
he hesitates a moment, doesn't falter so much as he lets out a faint huff, like a laugh. his voice leaves him and it's a little hoarse. ]
Yeah, well...
[ fingers skimming up into his hair — ]
You're... kind of the best thing that's happened to me. [ — he feels like he's cracking just a bit in the heat of it all. blood loss isn't the other thing that makes him honest, maybe — ] in a long time, Nureyev.
[ and he presses his mouth down the rest of the way, barely a hair's breadth from his lips. ]
no subject
still with you.
he hesitates a moment, doesn't falter so much as he lets out a faint huff, like a laugh. his voice leaves him and it's a little hoarse. ]
Yeah, well...
[ fingers skimming up into his hair — ]
You're... kind of the best thing that's happened to me. [ — he feels like he's cracking just a bit in the heat of it all. blood loss isn't the other thing that makes him honest, maybe — ] in a long time, Nureyev.
[ and he presses his mouth down the rest of the way, barely a hair's breadth from his lips. ]