#mhm..

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pat pat. come on honey <3

he's on him in an instant. the words like an express hit straight to the veins, that reverberates quick to movement that thrums within the vein-laced pillar of his throat. for a grin has taken to crook at his mouth, and the bassist's scapulae makes quick contact with the nearest surface. guided by either hand bracketing his face, to relish in the height of prominent jawline beneath the arches of reverent palms. spider-leg tips curling into the white-blond of his shortened hair, whilst dual thumbs stroke over the height of his cheekbones in turn.

mask-less, magnetic, ( mine ).

".. are you sure about that?" his syrupy timbre leaks into awaiting ears, as his face edges ever closer... and despite the inherent intensity in the way his body rolls mercilessly closer without their torsos ever touching -- or the insistent press of digit pads against the sturdy bone below.. there's a playfulness to the way he edges his nose against the one opposite, and an ingrained disposition towards the depths of his staggering feeling projecting itself into every move he makes. something iii well knows, by now. vulnerability inherent to relationship in itself. for it is impossible to hide such tendencies which had always been displayed. to mask such which was written plain to see, sung over and over into ears of accompaniment.

though much like the rolling cycle that was their existences, such spills into the divine feeling of acceptance, and intense it once again becomes. the implications of that which lurks beneath the surface. as cocked smile is just another way to bare teeth, is it not? a more tender display than that which he's been used to in the past - and he finds no one more deserving of his tenderness. such having been poured into a bottomless glass for what seemed like eternity, only to come back to earth and realize he had caught it all in cupped hands. ( his heart felt too big to contain ). and when vessel hears sweet melodies of promises to accept everything there is to give, he knows that there's an innate understanding of just what that truly entails. the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of him. the god-sized elephant in the room... and there laced in breath is a promise made by the vessel in his closeness, that he would not allow this to be tainted. he could be taught how to be loved, if iii was willing to teach. for he knows he's been hurt before, not only by her.. and as much as it feels like flying, now - like their legs have ascended in harmony with the universe - there was still a fear he acknowledges as a swarming of locusts in his sternum.

thumb rolls the line of his lower lip, thoughtless gesture in further pouring of earlier sentiment. "'cause i've got a lot i want to give.. things no one ever wanted to take." depth of his voice increases, his chest's inflation brushing it against the clothed one opposite. baggage, anxiety of being with someone cursed with this fate... this same intensity that burns through his skin, and a laundry list of other things one could rationalize as too much. "but why do i believe you when you say that you can?"