🖤 💗 ❣️( for taner (: )
Send 🖤 for a neck kiss.
David couldn’t quite describe the feeling taking over his chest when he stepped into the kitchen to see Taner standing at the kitchen island. It was the middle of the night, the sky outside still black, but David was wide awake once he noticed that the shirt loosely hanging off the other’s frame was his own. His whole body felt warm as he moved up behind the other. His hands found Taner’s hips, then his arms slid in a loose embrace around the other’s middle to pull him against David’s body. “Why are you up?”, he mumbled, his voice still sounding a lot more sleepy than he felt in that moment. His nose brushed against the side of Taner’s neck, then he leaned in closer to be able to press a kiss to his neck. Another was pressed against the collar of the shirt, then another to the back of Taner’s neck. “Can’t sleep?”, he questioned, his hands gently turning Taner around in his grip. But before he looked up to get a closer look at the other’s face, he leaned in to press another kiss to the other side of his neck. Then he pulled back, a smile on his lips, and a sparkle in his eyes that had never been there before. One the other was definitely responsible for.
Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss.
When David woke up, he had no idea how late it was. The thick grey curtains in front of his windows kept out most of the light, but they weren’t pulled all the way close, so that a few sun rays were falling into the room, dust particles dancing in the light. A yawn escaped David’s lips, and he was about to stretch on his bed when he noticed the weight on top of his chest. As he looked down, he spotted a familiar mop of dark hair that rested on his chest, Taner’s head moving ever so slightly with the movements of David’s chest when he breathed. Legs were tangled with his, an arm wrapped around his waist, but most of Taner was hidden underneath his thick duvet, probably an attempt to stay as warm as possible during the night. David tried not to move too much in an attempt not to wake the other up. He had no idea how long that worked until Taner eventually started to stir on top of him. By the time his head tilted back, their eyes meeting for the first time that morning, David was already wide awake and smiling at the other. “Good morning,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Taner’s lips. “Do I make a good pillow?”
Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion.
There had been a time when David wasn’t sure whether he was even capable of loving someone. Because if he hadn’t really loved his ex-boyfriend, but was still heartbroken over losing him, what did that say about him? He made movies about love for a living, but at the end of the day, he had never really experienced anything like it. But when he turned his head to look at Taner as he drove through the dark streets of Seattle, he wondered if this was what it felt like. This soft feeling in his chest that was almost too much to handle when he saw the shadows the street lamps they passed drew on the other’s features, or the way his fingers itched to turn up the heating of the seats a little more to make sure the other stayed warm enough. He wondered if that’s how one realized that something was going in a direction that was more than just friendship or something casual. They had almost arrived at his building, and when he pulled to a stop, his mouth felt dry. David wanted to say something, anything, that could explain what he felt for the other man in this moment, but he didn’t manage to find any syllables that seemed appropriate. Instead he leaned over to the other side of the car, his hand extending to find the back of Taner’s neck to be able to pull the other’s head towards him. The kiss he placed on Taner’s lips was much more soft and gentle than any kiss he ever shared with anybody. It was supposed to say so many things too. I got you and I want you and I never want to let you go again. Words he was afraid to say out loud, but that he tried to put into the kiss, a poor attempt at conveying the emotion the other woke up inside of him. But it was better than not showing Taner how he felt at all.
