24.Jun.18, 03:00 AM
There was a split moment after C’dhin said he'd changed his mind where An’tell felt a flash of disappointment. He was spared from having to analyze why he was disappointed at the thought that C’dhin no longer wanted to kiss him by C’dhin continuing, saying he wanted more, and kissing him again. An’tell filed his reaction away to think about later, or perhaps ignore for a long time. For now, Erinath was right; thinking was getting in the way.
Continuing the trend of not thinking, An’tell let C’dhin’s hands direct him wherever C’dhin wanted him to go, not at all resisting the move back to his former position. He watched C’dhin climb on top of him, barely noticing how his side felt cold after having another body next to it so long, as he now felt warm all over. An’tell placed his hands on C’dhin’s shoulders before carefully moving them along his friend’s torso, pressing enough to be felt and enough to keep from tickling C’dhin, but not nearly hard enough to hurt. He followed the lines of C’dhin’s body, from his waist, to his hips, down his thighs until he couldn’t reach any farther the way they were lying and reversed the movement of his hands, until they were back at C’dhin’s waist where An’tell let them stay.
It was too easy for An’tell to forget how good physical contact with another person felt. There was always a distance An’tell kept between himself and everyone else, and moments like this where he let down his guard enough to acknowledge that sometimes he didn’t have to stay so aloof were rare. Now, though, he wasn’t going to deny how much he enjoyed sharing space so closely with another person, especially someone he considered a friend. An’tell tilted his head to reach up and catch C’dhin in a kiss, the first one he’d consciously initiated.
Continuing the trend of not thinking, An’tell let C’dhin’s hands direct him wherever C’dhin wanted him to go, not at all resisting the move back to his former position. He watched C’dhin climb on top of him, barely noticing how his side felt cold after having another body next to it so long, as he now felt warm all over. An’tell placed his hands on C’dhin’s shoulders before carefully moving them along his friend’s torso, pressing enough to be felt and enough to keep from tickling C’dhin, but not nearly hard enough to hurt. He followed the lines of C’dhin’s body, from his waist, to his hips, down his thighs until he couldn’t reach any farther the way they were lying and reversed the movement of his hands, until they were back at C’dhin’s waist where An’tell let them stay.
It was too easy for An’tell to forget how good physical contact with another person felt. There was always a distance An’tell kept between himself and everyone else, and moments like this where he let down his guard enough to acknowledge that sometimes he didn’t have to stay so aloof were rare. Now, though, he wasn’t going to deny how much he enjoyed sharing space so closely with another person, especially someone he considered a friend. An’tell tilted his head to reach up and catch C’dhin in a kiss, the first one he’d consciously initiated.