[ it is a gentle tease... scien has had enough days to recover from that stupid, stupid encounter—but at the same time, it did inform this heart of something important. he won't be able to survive in a world where lucas isn't. their upcoming situation is already warped. the lucas that is waiting for scien isn't this lucas, and there will never be a way to reconcile those memories.
and yet, he doesn't feel that this is the right time to mourn it. not when he would rather enjoy every single second that they're afforded, given how far they'd come.
when lucas's mischief comes to the forefront of his emotions, scien only finds himself so very curious. he wants to invite more of that still. the hand not maintaining his balance simply trails from where it rested at lucas's hip, meandering up his lower abdomen, torso, chest until his fingers find the fastens of his shirt. the top buttons had already been undone to give access to his neck, so why not a few more?
scien's own desire only grows, even as he leans down to press another kiss to lucas's mouth. when he pulls back, it's not far. distance is the last thing he wants. ]
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and yet, he doesn't feel that this is the right time to mourn it. not when he would rather enjoy every single second that they're afforded, given how far they'd come.
when lucas's mischief comes to the forefront of his emotions, scien only finds himself so very curious. he wants to invite more of that still. the hand not maintaining his balance simply trails from where it rested at lucas's hip, meandering up his lower abdomen, torso, chest until his fingers find the fastens of his shirt. the top buttons had already been undone to give access to his neck, so why not a few more?
scien's own desire only grows, even as he leans down to press another kiss to lucas's mouth. when he pulls back, it's not far. distance is the last thing he wants. ]
I look forward to your attempts.