[ He can't help smiling into the kiss, moving closer at Thomas's urging and letting his hand slide back into the other man's hair. Even just breathing the same air as Thomas feels so intimate, so very wanted, and the need he feels is far less about getting himself off and far more about just wanting to be close and that feels a lot scarier in some ways, but right now he just can't bring himself to care.
In the end, he's just as bad as Steve, isn't he? Waiting until it's too late, making excuses not to try until something better comes along to make sure he can't be happy. He hadn't realized quite how much he'd been denying himself, but so many things are clicking into place now. Even as he pulls back for air, he presses his forehead to Thomas's again.
Distantly, he's aware that touching like this means he's bound to feel some of what Thomas is feeling, but in this moment, he's not even sure where his own affection and loneliness end and where Thomas's start. ]
Hi.
[ He brushes their noses together, eyes crossing a little at their proximity, but he doesn't want to move away. ]
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In the end, he's just as bad as Steve, isn't he? Waiting until it's too late, making excuses not to try until something better comes along to make sure he can't be happy. He hadn't realized quite how much he'd been denying himself, but so many things are clicking into place now. Even as he pulls back for air, he presses his forehead to Thomas's again.
Distantly, he's aware that touching like this means he's bound to feel some of what Thomas is feeling, but in this moment, he's not even sure where his own affection and loneliness end and where Thomas's start. ]
Hi.
[ He brushes their noses together, eyes crossing a little at their proximity, but he doesn't want to move away. ]