[clear, indeed. Blue's eyes close as his lips meet Jim's, enjoying that warm little thrill that blossoms from the contact. the idle hand at Jim's middle shifts to rest on his chest while he turns a little more into him, fingers splaying out.
Blue lets himself get a little lost in the moment of laying gentle little kisses on him, swept along by Jim's intuition and response while taking in more of the moment: heartbeats, the slight shifting of hair, warm hands, everything intermingling with the foreign, beautiful music moving through the air.]
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Blue lets himself get a little lost in the moment of laying gentle little kisses on him, swept along by Jim's intuition and response while taking in more of the moment: heartbeats, the slight shifting of hair, warm hands, everything intermingling with the foreign, beautiful music moving through the air.]