[ It feels like he's gotten the right answer in a situation where there is no wrong one to be had, short of rejecting anything at all. But this, the pleased look on Siffrin's face and the way they quickly move to straddle him and pin him against the tree in a way G'raha very much likes? This feels like earning a gold star, even moreso when Siffrin's fingers curl against his chin as he's pulled in for a kiss. It makes him feel as if he's melting in an embarrassingly sentimental way.
That the kiss starts off slow and easy is to his liking too, enough so that he squeezes Siffrin's hand without realizing it as their lips press together, warm and familiar. But that underlying want is palpable in the angle they tilt their head and the way they keep him pinned in place like this, and it makes G'raha feel like they're teetering on a precipice once again, exciting in a way that he's sure won't grow old.
He tries to put what he can into the way their lips slot together, a mixture of longing and yearning and want along with other emotions he can't quite identify on his own—sureness for the future, perhaps, that things will work out in spite of everything else. That surety is there, at least, in the way he glides his tongue along his bottom lip, at least, his fingers pressing along his spine in that familiar motion before settling at his waist. ]
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That the kiss starts off slow and easy is to his liking too, enough so that he squeezes Siffrin's hand without realizing it as their lips press together, warm and familiar. But that underlying want is palpable in the angle they tilt their head and the way they keep him pinned in place like this, and it makes G'raha feel like they're teetering on a precipice once again, exciting in a way that he's sure won't grow old.
He tries to put what he can into the way their lips slot together, a mixture of longing and yearning and want along with other emotions he can't quite identify on his own—sureness for the future, perhaps, that things will work out in spite of everything else. That surety is there, at least, in the way he glides his tongue along his bottom lip, at least, his fingers pressing along his spine in that familiar motion before settling at his waist. ]