[oh. the press of foreheads, of Basch's padded hand on his thigh, only makes his flush a little deeper, head tilting into the touch. this feels... sweet? comforting and warm, full of something like acceptance.
that fact is a relief, considering how sure Basch had been that he wanted to be alone. in turn, he hasn't noticed the taller man's stirring, focus squarely on his face. warm hands cradle his face, thumbs brushing along his cheeks, and he can't help but chuckle—giggle, really—at the words, the rumbling tone in his voice.]
I'm glad you let me be here.
[he's so tempted to just lean in, to press their mouths together—not for the first time, and certainly not the last, he's sure—but he still doesn't know if that's something the other would want. as such it's safer for them both if he just lets Basch lead, isn't it? so that it's clear he's not... he doesn't know. using his position in some way to get what he wants. something.]
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Date: 2024-05-02 02:52 am (UTC)that fact is a relief, considering how sure Basch had been that he wanted to be alone. in turn, he hasn't noticed the taller man's stirring, focus squarely on his face. warm hands cradle his face, thumbs brushing along his cheeks, and he can't help but chuckle—giggle, really—at the words, the rumbling tone in his voice.]
I'm glad you let me be here.
[he's so tempted to just lean in, to press their mouths together—not for the first time, and certainly not the last, he's sure—but he still doesn't know if that's something the other would want. as such it's safer for them both if he just lets Basch lead, isn't it? so that it's clear he's not... he doesn't know. using his position in some way to get what he wants. something.]