[ his cheeks nuzzles into tobio's hand, enjoying the intimacy of the touch. to say he's touch starved would be an understatement. he can go weeks at a time without so much as seeing another human being in person. normally unbothered by it ( content even, because he's never been one for skinship and doesn't actually like people touching him ), he finds he enjoys it when tobio touches him, wants more of it even.
tobio is the one to close that last bit of space between them and it's surprisingly gentle. but he supposes anything would feel gentle in comparison to the way they were going at each other in their drunken state. something he's almost thankful he can barely recall. this kiss... this is something he wants to remember. the feel of tobio's lips against his own, the heat of his body, and the taste as his tongue snakes out to lick at tobio's bottom lip. ]
am alive. excuse the rust.
tobio is the one to close that last bit of space between them and it's surprisingly gentle. but he supposes anything would feel gentle in comparison to the way they were going at each other in their drunken state. something he's almost thankful he can barely recall. this kiss... this is something he wants to remember. the feel of tobio's lips against his own, the heat of his body, and the taste as his tongue snakes out to lick at tobio's bottom lip. ]