I'd never think of you as such. [In contrast to Legault's teasing, it's said with painful, adamant sincerity.
His breath catches in his throat when Legault strokes his cheek - little touches like those, when he's not jumpy enough to pull away, always pull him undone with impressive speed. Ramirez can impassively endure any rough treatment thrown his way, but even the smallest kindness can turn him pliant and malleable in another's hands.
And if you asked him, Legault was always so very, very kind.
Ramirez hand shifted from its possessive grasp on Legault's waist to trace a path up his arm, the calloused palm coming to lightly rest on the hand stroking his cheek. There are several frightening words dancing on the tip of his tongue, yet despite the great intimacy of the night before, Ramirez is unsure if he should say anything at all.
It is not his place. But Legault is being so gentle, so kind, and his thumb traced a path of stinging sweetness that seemed to make his skin light up under the touch.]
You're kind to worry.
[Anything else he was thinking of saying is lost to Legault pressing his lips against his. There's a moment of stiff, uncertain hesitance, but Ramirez doesn't pull away from the kiss this time. Instead, he leans into it heavily, desperately, like he's afraid Legault will slip through his fingers and disappear.]
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His breath catches in his throat when Legault strokes his cheek - little touches like those, when he's not jumpy enough to pull away, always pull him undone with impressive speed. Ramirez can impassively endure any rough treatment thrown his way, but even the smallest kindness can turn him pliant and malleable in another's hands.
And if you asked him, Legault was always so very, very kind.
Ramirez hand shifted from its possessive grasp on Legault's waist to trace a path up his arm, the calloused palm coming to lightly rest on the hand stroking his cheek. There are several frightening words dancing on the tip of his tongue, yet despite the great intimacy of the night before, Ramirez is unsure if he should say anything at all.
It is not his place. But Legault is being so gentle, so kind, and his thumb traced a path of stinging sweetness that seemed to make his skin light up under the touch.]
You're kind to worry.
[Anything else he was thinking of saying is lost to Legault pressing his lips against his. There's a moment of stiff, uncertain hesitance, but Ramirez doesn't pull away from the kiss this time. Instead, he leans into it heavily, desperately, like he's afraid Legault will slip through his fingers and disappear.]