[ he lets himself in fully. the lighting in the office is less harsh than he remembers--not that he ever spent much time in the admin offices. it suits kyle, he thinks, who despite his recent trials looks untarnished.
sometimes stephen forgets uncertainty can be natural. he’s not someone who usually conducts himself with hesitation or awkwardness; he’s overly direct in conversation, sometimes harsh. but outside of that difficult evening kyle had spent in his bed, stephen is aware they only mostly flirt over text; they don’t have many precedents for how to exist around each other in ordinary space.
but he’s been dwelling on time lately, and missed opportunities, and how easily people come and go even without the benefit of a realm that actively tries to do them harm. he lifts a scarred hand and--rests it on kyle’s chest, in part a brief moment of shameless admiration for what the shirt does for him, and also because he doesn’t see the point in resisting the urge to touch him. ]
It’s really good to see you. And ... to see you made it out alright.
[ Everything has been such a madhouse even since the rescue. Life at home changing once again, people he hasn't been able to track down, and all of it feel like swirls of madness in the last few days. He has to move on then, do what he can and to keep things safe and secure for those in his life.
And sometimes, just maybe, find those moments for himself.
Just in that soft touch and not realizing how much he needs it until that moment. His fingers lightly brush the back of Stephen's hand, tracing along the back of his hand so tenderly. ]
My healing kicked in shortly after we got out and fixed a lot of what they did to me. I'm doing the best I can.
[ He's not sure it's enough but it is all he can do. ]
[ that’s the kind of person kyle is, stephen’s beginning to realize. the kind of man who dropped everything to rush to the aid of a man he barely knew; who brought a shameless tenderness with him that stephen, for all his wounded pride, couldn’t turn down.
fuck. he really likes this guy. likes him on a personal level, likes the way he moves in the world, his ready kindness a sharp contrast to stephen’s basest inclinations--which are always towards selfishness.
he draws in closer, a slight further sway into kyle’s space, a reluctant smile pulling up at one corner of his mouth. ]
You probably want to get out of here sooner rather than later. Don’t you.
[ He wraps both arms around Stephen, drawing him in closer to him. Smiling as he kisses him. It's a soft and tender thing, more full of promise than the desire and care that Kyle is feeling.
He knows it would be easy to just sink into this now, to draw him to the couch and just keep kissing him but he forces himself to draw back slightly. Not letting go, just breaking the kiss. ]
The thought to tug you down onto my lap on the couch is there, but I think we'd be more comfortable at my place. There's the ocean and bottles of very good alcohol and the sound of the ocean with a very big bed to curl up on. If you want to.
[ With all he's been through and lost, he doesn't feel like holding back on his desires. Not when it comes to those he feels a connection with like he does Stephen. ]
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[ he lets himself in fully. the lighting in the office is less harsh than he remembers--not that he ever spent much time in the admin offices. it suits kyle, he thinks, who despite his recent trials looks untarnished.
sometimes stephen forgets uncertainty can be natural. he’s not someone who usually conducts himself with hesitation or awkwardness; he’s overly direct in conversation, sometimes harsh. but outside of that difficult evening kyle had spent in his bed, stephen is aware they only mostly flirt over text; they don’t have many precedents for how to exist around each other in ordinary space.
but he’s been dwelling on time lately, and missed opportunities, and how easily people come and go even without the benefit of a realm that actively tries to do them harm. he lifts a scarred hand and--rests it on kyle’s chest, in part a brief moment of shameless admiration for what the shirt does for him, and also because he doesn’t see the point in resisting the urge to touch him. ]
It’s really good to see you. And ... to see you made it out alright.
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And sometimes, just maybe, find those moments for himself.
Just in that soft touch and not realizing how much he needs it until that moment. His fingers lightly brush the back of Stephen's hand, tracing along the back of his hand so tenderly. ]
My healing kicked in shortly after we got out and fixed a lot of what they did to me. I'm doing the best I can.
[ He's not sure it's enough but it is all he can do. ]
I'm really glad you're here.
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[ that’s the kind of person kyle is, stephen’s beginning to realize. the kind of man who dropped everything to rush to the aid of a man he barely knew; who brought a shameless tenderness with him that stephen, for all his wounded pride, couldn’t turn down.
fuck. he really likes this guy. likes him on a personal level, likes the way he moves in the world, his ready kindness a sharp contrast to stephen’s basest inclinations--which are always towards selfishness.
he draws in closer, a slight further sway into kyle’s space, a reluctant smile pulling up at one corner of his mouth. ]
You probably want to get out of here sooner rather than later. Don’t you.
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[ He wraps both arms around Stephen, drawing him in closer to him. Smiling as he kisses him. It's a soft and tender thing, more full of promise than the desire and care that Kyle is feeling.
He knows it would be easy to just sink into this now, to draw him to the couch and just keep kissing him but he forces himself to draw back slightly. Not letting go, just breaking the kiss. ]
The thought to tug you down onto my lap on the couch is there, but I think we'd be more comfortable at my place. There's the ocean and bottles of very good alcohol and the sound of the ocean with a very big bed to curl up on. If you want to.
[ With all he's been through and lost, he doesn't feel like holding back on his desires. Not when it comes to those he feels a connection with like he does Stephen. ]