[ When Oliver breaks away, Connor almost whines. Almost. The alcohol would've let him if he'd been given a real chance, but Oliver's kissing him all over again so nothing else really matters.
He kisses him like they never stopped doing this and like he never wants to stop. Having no clue what tomorrow is going to bring only drives him to enjoy this all the more. Oliver's mouth is familiar and even in this state he remembers the smooth curve of his teeth and the one slightly jagged edge on the bottom row. He remembers the feel of their tongues sliding together; simple muscle memory of something enjoyed. (The fact that Oliver tastes like mint goes unnoticed—that drunk.)
Just as he's nearing the end of his breath, Connor's jolted apart from Oliver with a hiccup. He looks entirely too startled, as if for the first second he didn't even know what that actually was. Then he just exhales slowly through his nose and presses a soft, lingering kiss against Oliver's lips. He doesn't move far, keeps his forehead resting against Oliver's and one hand curled around the side of his neck. ]
[ The thought that he shouldn't get too carried away drifts through Oliver's head but disappears almost as quickly as it came, like vapor. Even when his heart starts to ache from the familiarity and the unfairness of it all, he doesn't stop. He doesn't stop until he's forced to by Connor's hiccuping, which startles Oliver as much as Connor.
Then, he laughs. His thumb brushes the corner of Connor's jaw. ]
You're just realizing this now?
[ He stays like that, letting Connor lean on him, while he waits for his heartbeat to come down and his mouth to stop tingling. At some point his hand started running slowly up and down Connor's arm, from elbow to shoulder and back. A voice in the back of his mind warns him not to get close to Connor again so quickly—he tells himself he's not.
Pulling back, he pats Connor's bicep and rises from the couch. ] I'll get you some water.
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Date: 2014-12-23 09:36 pm (UTC)He kisses him like they never stopped doing this and like he never wants to stop. Having no clue what tomorrow is going to bring only drives him to enjoy this all the more. Oliver's mouth is familiar and even in this state he remembers the smooth curve of his teeth and the one slightly jagged edge on the bottom row. He remembers the feel of their tongues sliding together; simple muscle memory of something enjoyed. (The fact that Oliver tastes like mint goes unnoticed—that drunk.)
Just as he's nearing the end of his breath, Connor's jolted apart from Oliver with a hiccup. He looks entirely too startled, as if for the first second he didn't even know what that actually was. Then he just exhales slowly through his nose and presses a soft, lingering kiss against Oliver's lips. He doesn't move far, keeps his forehead resting against Oliver's and one hand curled around the side of his neck. ]
Might've had too much to drink.
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Date: 2014-12-23 10:28 pm (UTC)Then, he laughs. His thumb brushes the corner of Connor's jaw. ]
You're just realizing this now?
[ He stays like that, letting Connor lean on him, while he waits for his heartbeat to come down and his mouth to stop tingling. At some point his hand started running slowly up and down Connor's arm, from elbow to shoulder and back. A voice in the back of his mind warns him not to get close to Connor again so quickly—he tells himself he's not.
Pulling back, he pats Connor's bicep and rises from the couch. ] I'll get you some water.