There isn’t even a passing thought given to the class that they’re missing except for how it works to ensure they’re not going to be bothered here for over an hour.
Roman feels good against his body, hard lines and tall enough that Cael has to stretch up, has to pull Roman down.
This is different than it is girls - hell, this is different than with most of his experiences with boys, too. His first time with another boy had been kind of like his first time with a girl, awkward exploration and not as good as he’d imagined, but he’d quickly found what he liked, what he was good at. Roman wasn’t the kind of guy he typically went for, not even remotely, but that doesn’t matter. He’s different than anyone he’s ever met. He doesn’t know anything about him, but he still knows that he’s just as different from everyone here as Cael is. In a different way, surely, but they’re both outcasts, and Roman’s intense, dangerous in a way that’s absolutely intoxicating.
Roman still has a hand in his hair while he’s fumbling his jacket off, and he’s not going to say it aloud but he likes the point of contact, likes the anchored refusal to let go. Cael is quick to shrug the jacket off when Roman tries to push it off; he doesn’t like it anyway, it doesn’t feel right on him. He can tell where this is going, can tell what Roman wants and where his hand is going.
He pulls from the kiss just enough to breathe against Roman’s lips, “Get on your knees.”
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Date: 2013-11-05 07:03 am (UTC)Roman feels good against his body, hard lines and tall enough that Cael has to stretch up, has to pull Roman down.
This is different than it is girls - hell, this is different than with most of his experiences with boys, too. His first time with another boy had been kind of like his first time with a girl, awkward exploration and not as good as he’d imagined, but he’d quickly found what he liked, what he was good at. Roman wasn’t the kind of guy he typically went for, not even remotely, but that doesn’t matter. He’s different than anyone he’s ever met. He doesn’t know anything about him, but he still knows that he’s just as different from everyone here as Cael is. In a different way, surely, but they’re both outcasts, and Roman’s intense, dangerous in a way that’s absolutely intoxicating.
Roman still has a hand in his hair while he’s fumbling his jacket off, and he’s not going to say it aloud but he likes the point of contact, likes the anchored refusal to let go. Cael is quick to shrug the jacket off when Roman tries to push it off; he doesn’t like it anyway, it doesn’t feel right on him. He can tell where this is going, can tell what Roman wants and where his hand is going.
He pulls from the kiss just enough to breathe against Roman’s lips, “Get on your knees.”