Amsy ☕️

the monsters are pretty fly

I don’t think Neil’s kisses would ever become any less desperate, simply because he can never quite bring himself to pull away from Andrew’s lips. but I also think it’s something you grow into, the quiet realization that his lips are always there if you want them. that all you have to do is ask, and Andrew will let you kiss him. once Neil truly understands that his desire isn’t something limited, that it doesn’t have to be satisfied all at once because it can always be returned to later, he’ll slowly stop feeling the need to take everything now. there’ll no longer be any reason to steal every possible second when he knows he can always make the moment last a little longer. will he ever start believing in tomorrow? I think he will, once his life settles into something so wonderfully ordinary that it becomes routine. even then, though, I like to think Neil lingers over every kiss, no matter how brief, stretching it out for just a fraction of a second longer than he has to, simply to memorize it. the way Andrew looks from five inches away, then two, then only a breath apart. the feeling of his lips beneath the gentlest touch, and the way they yield when Neil presses into them just a little more. all of that, despite knowing he’ll probably kiss him again in a matter of minutes. when it comes to Andrew, Neil is desperate by nature. I don’t think that’s something time will ever change.