@davin0s/@sangu1no leans his head against the wall to expose more of his neck, pale but warm with the barest hint of pink, and whispers, almost whines.
"i want to forget. just help me forget."
Julien's hands tug at his flannel, at his shoulders, pulling Eddie to him. His eyes close, lips against his neck. Canines so close he could bite. If he could drool, it would be pooling in his mouth. The voice he hears inside his own head isn't his; breath on the nape of his own neck, deep and raspy. 'What're you running from, little rabbit? Ask him.' Julien feels like one in his embrace, like he's alive, wriggling in his arms, his heart thumping, the shine of his black hair like a sleek coat.
Wrists small and pliant in Eddie's hands as he wraps them around the desperate fingers that pull at his clothes, and Julien lets him. Lets him pin his hands to the wall and hold them there. Like he trusts Eddie to give him exactly what he wants, what he's been waiting for. But he can't, not yet, not like this. He lets out a humored huff before he whispers. "You don't make this easy."
He presses against Julien with all of his weight, holding him there. Forgetting for a moment that Julien is still stronger than him, despite that lithe frame. Forehead almost touching his, chest against chest, hips against hips. He presses his wrists to the wall as if to tell him not to move them, before he lets a hand wander upward while the other slips around Julien's waist, holding him tight.
"I'm not going anywhere, Julien." Eddie finally rests his forehead on Julien's. "This can happen any time." Whatever this is. Eddie's hand finds his jaw, directing him to meet his gaze, his thumb against his pulse. He doesn't press, only holds him there, intently watching him. "Is this how you want it to happen?"
melt into me // accepting.
