"..am I allowed to talk now?" Ever mumbled against his friend's lips, before nearly mewling in protest as the dark ribbons of his friend's curls are pulled free from his fingers. Glancing up and feeling as though Mateo was some sort of blanket suspended in mid-flourish for having sat up, the aviator reaches his hands up to his own lips, chasing the sensation of heat and gin that still lingered in kaleidoscopic shards.
"It was very different." Ever answers through his fingers, though given his lack of clothes and Mateo's position, the botanist will be able to determine for himself quite what the aviator's body, at least, thought of it all.
"And I guess when you're on top, you just...don't squish the other person?" Mateo had ever been the shorter of the two, though with both puberty and his choice of career and other jobs nearly always being physical, he'd bulked up significantly since they were boys such that there Mateo might never squash someone, Everest thought himself certainly capable of it.
"It was very different." Ever answers through his fingers, though given his lack of clothes and Mateo's position, the botanist will be able to determine for himself quite what the aviator's body, at least, thought of it all.
"And I guess when you're on top, you just...don't squish the other person?" Mateo had ever been the shorter of the two, though with both puberty and his choice of career and other jobs nearly always being physical, he'd bulked up significantly since they were boys such that there Mateo might never squash someone, Everest thought himself certainly capable of it.
If you keep adding stones
Soon the water will be lost in the well
Soon the water will be lost in the well
