[ Amos takes a moment to reply, but when he does, it's with feeling. ]
Fuck yes I want to, Doc. It's - I don't feel like I should, because I don't want to... I don't want to ruin you. But fuck, I've never wanted anything that much. Or anyone.
( prax lets out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been feeling and it's only after amos has answered that he relaxes against amos, actually straddling amos instead of hovering awkwardly, close where amos has pulled him in but not quite touching.
now, with permission, he's not sure he'll know how to stop touching. amos' face is first, fingertips closely running over cheekbones, touching amos' beard. )
Okay. ( he echoes amos and leans in to kiss him again, heart beating wildly. )
[ There's nothing to say. Nothing he can say, when Prax lowers himself to sit on his lap, when he touches Amos like this, delicate and fervent and wanting, and Amos just looks, drinks in the expression on Prax's face, amazed, his heart beating too hard in his chest.
When Prax leans in for a kiss, Amos meets him halfway, hands closing around fistfuls of Prax's jumpsuit, pulling him as close as possible, tipping his chin up to kiss Prax hard, not quite managing to stay delicate about it. ]
[ amos meets him halfway and it's everything prax hadn't let himself want, hadn't let himself imagine or even think about. want isn't far from the surface, urgent and needy, and it bubbles up when amos deepens the kiss, turns it into something harder that prax finds himself moaning into. ]
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Fuck yes I want to, Doc. It's - I don't feel like I should, because I don't want to... I don't want to ruin you. But fuck, I've never wanted anything that much. Or anyone.
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now, with permission, he's not sure he'll know how to stop touching. amos' face is first, fingertips closely running over cheekbones, touching amos' beard. )
Okay. ( he echoes amos and leans in to kiss him again, heart beating wildly. )
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When Prax leans in for a kiss, Amos meets him halfway, hands closing around fistfuls of Prax's jumpsuit, pulling him as close as possible, tipping his chin up to kiss Prax hard, not quite managing to stay delicate about it. ]
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