[ Even with just a soft laugh, he can feel it vibrate against his chest when they're laying against each other like this, ears drooped and eyes shutting briefly while Aventurine touches his hair. It takes adjusting to, but not as much as it should, and not in such a bad way.
Maybe he really could get used to all of this—and isn't that a dangerous thought? ]
...All that talk of overtaking me, and now you're saying I can lean on you.
[ He reminds himself that he's supposed to stay ahead of him, not just fall comfortably in place. And he's certainly lost ground just now.
So he doesn't need the surge of confidence to do this, but just their normal, stupid escalation: he drops his head, pressing in for a gentle kiss. It's slow, but not quite sweet when he catches Aventurine's lower lip between his teeth, biting lightly as he draws away again. ]
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Maybe he really could get used to all of this—and isn't that a dangerous thought? ]
...All that talk of overtaking me, and now you're saying I can lean on you.
[ He reminds himself that he's supposed to stay ahead of him, not just fall comfortably in place. And he's certainly lost ground just now.
So he doesn't need the surge of confidence to do this, but just their normal, stupid escalation: he drops his head, pressing in for a gentle kiss. It's slow, but not quite sweet when he catches Aventurine's lower lip between his teeth, biting lightly as he draws away again. ]
Which is it?