[Fingers feel nice in his hair, as does the weight of Leo's body against his. It's not like Leo's heavy, but his presence is enough that he feels grounded laying like this, lips pliant as he returns each and every kiss. Honestly? He could do this for hours. Elliot's not one for reading romance novels like Leo but maybe there was something to all the purple prose scrawled across the pages.
Carefully (but impulsively) Elliot finds his own hand in Leo's hair, fingernails dragging across his scalp from the front to the back. He'd liked what he'd seen before, that night of the gala...he's just afraid to get slapped for wanting to see more.]
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Carefully (but impulsively) Elliot finds his own hand in Leo's hair, fingernails dragging across his scalp from the front to the back. He'd liked what he'd seen before, that night of the gala...he's just afraid to get slapped for wanting to see more.]