Liberty ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

“And that's how your shotgun, mate” Milo grinned brightly at him, slowly moving away from him. As Milo’s hand moved from Mark’s cheek, Mark grabbed it. The sudden movement made them both stop in their tracks. Their eyes never left each other's except for a moment, where Mark’s eyes took a quick look at Milo’s lips. Milo’s free hand moved the blunt back to his lip as he took a long drag, his eyes never leaving Marks. Mark’s tongue quickly wipes against his teeth as he grins. His hand pulls Milo’s closer to him as his other hand move through Milo’s hair, bringing him into a hard kiss. Lips banged against each other with such a desperate hunger. As they open their mouths to brush their tongues against each other, the smoke from Milo’s lungs starts to fill the air they share. They push against each other, trying to get even closer before Mark pushes a little too hard and Milo falls back against the bed.  Both their own heavy breathing was the only thing in the room they could hear. Milo watches Mark as he moves to cage him in by getting on top of his. His lips wrapped around the joint Milo was still holding. Milo tried to move up but gave up as he watched Mark’s eyes flutter closed. As soon as Mark got closer to him, He wrapped his hands around his Mohawk and pulled him down closer. Lips pushing against each other.