borrowing the space
ryliver | ~1.7k | teen | intimacy of drawing on someone with a marker
Ryan blows warm breath gently against the fresh lines even though they don’t need help drying, and Oliver tries not to visibly react, but gooseflesh rises all the same. His stomach is tight with want. “That necessary?” Oliver asks. His voice sounds gruff in his own ears. Ryan’s mouth is still close to his arm. If Oliver shifted, the stupid hair on Ryan’s chin would scratch him. “Probably not.”
or: just a moment between Ryan, Oliver, and a marker
thank you to @soupfic for the beta 💜
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