[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.]
[ Jim doesn't quite press into it as hard as when they were under the mistletoe. That was pretty nice, but he's got a feeling that he did more than Blue could handle.
Besides, the mood's different now, softer and warmer, slower. He likes it like this, getting to just lie down close to Blue, gently brushing through his hair while he presses soft kisses against Blue's lips, lingering every so often but not pushing to deepen the contact this time. His chest rises quietly against Blue's hand, pressing closer, even as his heart beats just a little faster. ]
[all good things come to an end eventually; it's part of why they're so precious. it's rare of late that Blue doesn't feel entirely worn out laying down, and he's certain that has everything to do with Jim, and he can't help but but be grateful that even as the playlist seems to finish, Jim's content to just linger in comfortable quiet together.
a few minutes tick by, resting temple to temple, before Blue lifts his head a little to look Jim over, his hand also lifting so he can gently, affectionately graze his cheek with his thumb.]
Thank you for these gifts, James. It means more than you know.
[ Jim could honestly just fall asleep like this, so relaxed and content he feels, the music still playing in his mind's ear even after it has finished, the feeling of Blue's lips against his own still lingering long after the kiss broke.
He tilts his head when he feels the thumb stroke his cheek, lips curling into a warm smile, his own hand softly brushing through Blue's hair. ]
Thank you for the time you spend with me, too. I'm so glad we've met, here.
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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.]
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Besides, the mood's different now, softer and warmer, slower. He likes it like this, getting to just lie down close to Blue, gently brushing through his hair while he presses soft kisses against Blue's lips, lingering every so often but not pushing to deepen the contact this time. His chest rises quietly against Blue's hand, pressing closer, even as his heart beats just a little faster. ]
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a few minutes tick by, resting temple to temple, before Blue lifts his head a little to look Jim over, his hand also lifting so he can gently, affectionately graze his cheek with his thumb.]
Thank you for these gifts, James. It means more than you know.
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He tilts his head when he feels the thumb stroke his cheek, lips curling into a warm smile, his own hand softly brushing through Blue's hair. ]
Thank you for the time you spend with me, too. I'm so glad we've met, here.