[ Eliot just hums, exhaling a pleased sigh at the brush of Quentin's lips against his shoulder.
He settles into Quentin just as easily, putting his arm over Quentin's to hold him in place. Not that he thinks Quentin's going to go anywhere, but Eliot likes the feeling. ]
[ Which might seem weird, that Eliot would pick a person over drugs or alcohol, but he's just as much addicted to people as he is anything else. And there's really nothing quite like the feeling of Quentin's arms around him and nothing around that might ruin this perfectly happy moment. ]
I know I was really adamant about spooning but I need you to know that in a few moments I'm going to roll over because I could really go for another kiss.
[He's not better because of this. It's not like the quiet-loud voice in the back of his mind suddenly stops talking trash just because he has his arm wrapped around Eliot on a soft, luxurious bed. It's not like his broken brain is suddenly all fine just because he fell in love again, or because he can distract himself by carting his fingers through the hairs on Eliot's chest or get a little lost just pushing his face against the soft skin under Eliot's ear.
It's nothing as easy as that.
But.
It does help.
It's something and Quentin laughs softly.]
Also, in the spirit of honesty? I could really go for a kiss, too.
[ Eliot laughs. It rumbles in his chest and his throat, and he takes a moment to enjoy the spooning a little longer before he's rolling over. He ends up partially on top of Quentin, given how closely they were pressed together, which means he's left smiling down at the other man. ]
I'd be incredibly upset if you ever stopped want to kiss me.
Can you not be so greedy and let me enjoy looking at you?
[ But Quentin smiles and that's pretty irresistible to Eliot, so he leans down to press a kiss to his lips. A light one at first, then a second that's a little more insistent. ]
[Quentin... melts. There is no other word for it, how his body just goes warm all the way down to his toes. How his mouth just falls open and he's kissing back eagerly, inhaling sharply through his nose when the kiss turns a little dirty.]
I could, but...
[Leaves the tail end of the sentence hanging in the diminishing space between them as he pulls Eliot closer, deepening the kiss with both hands sliding up Eliot's naked back.]
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[ Eliot just hums, exhaling a pleased sigh at the brush of Quentin's lips against his shoulder.
He settles into Quentin just as easily, putting his arm over Quentin's to hold him in place. Not that he thinks Quentin's going to go anywhere, but Eliot likes the feeling. ]
Busy turning over canoes.
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[A soft, slow slide of his face against Eliot's skin, the beat of his heart against Quentin's palm and he exhales, melting in to the bed.
There's nothing better than this, nestled up close, holding Eliot closer and just... being.]
Doing stupid shit like getting drunk and high in a canoe.
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[ Which might seem weird, that Eliot would pick a person over drugs or alcohol, but he's just as much addicted to people as he is anything else. And there's really nothing quite like the feeling of Quentin's arms around him and nothing around that might ruin this perfectly happy moment. ]
I know I was really adamant about spooning but I need you to know that in a few moments I'm going to roll over because I could really go for another kiss.
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[He's not better because of this. It's not like the quiet-loud voice in the back of his mind suddenly stops talking trash just because he has his arm wrapped around Eliot on a soft, luxurious bed. It's not like his broken brain is suddenly all fine just because he fell in love again, or because he can distract himself by carting his fingers through the hairs on Eliot's chest or get a little lost just pushing his face against the soft skin under Eliot's ear.
It's nothing as easy as that.
But.
It does help.
It's something and Quentin laughs softly.]
Also, in the spirit of honesty? I could really go for a kiss, too.
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I'd be incredibly upset if you ever stopped want to kiss me.
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Are you going to kiss me? Because if you're not going to kiss me, you can turn back around and let me hug you just a little bit more.
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[ But Quentin smiles and that's pretty irresistible to Eliot, so he leans down to press a kiss to his lips. A light one at first, then a second that's a little more insistent. ]
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I could, but...
[Leaves the tail end of the sentence hanging in the diminishing space between them as he pulls Eliot closer, deepening the kiss with both hands sliding up Eliot's naked back.]