that tasted purple

Wondering how he was meant to learn if he wasn't allowed to ask questions, his friend's reassurances are enough to have the small snarl of tension trying to form between his shoulder blades melting away entirely. On an exhale, Everest heard a warm sunlight moan strike the air, though that it came from his lips was something he'd be surprised to realize.

Knowing enough to know that kissing didn't always have to be on the mouth, Ever tried to map Mateo's movements for later practice but found himself swept away in the pulsing press of the botanist's lips. Feeling as though he had no idea where his body started or stopped save for where it touched Mateo, the botanist's lips were like bright pinpoints of colour and light that glowed neon, illuminating and magnifying the sensations impressed within their glow.

Reaching out for Mateo with arms that felt foreign and cumbersome, he plunged one hand into his friend's curls and was immediately overcome with the sensation of black silken waves beneath his fingers. With another moan he didn't recognize, Ever tangled his fingers together, inadvertently pulling on the botanist's curls if only to feel the decadent experience of trying to stiffen the dark silk in his hands.

If you keep adding stones
Soon the water will be lost in the well