[It feels...normal. Normal, and weird, and sort of familiar in its foreignness. It's not nearly as clumsy as his first kiss, thank god...and it's got that thrill of knowing someone else was floundering as much as he was. Of course there was the fact that Rover had a much more legitimate reason to not know what the fuck they're doing, but he's going to choose to not think about that!
He's grinning crookedly when he draws back, giddiness putting him at ease. For a second, he brushes his thumb along their cheek, then carefully wiggles his fingers into place between Rover's so he can encourage them to lace together, because as nice as kisses are, he's painfully weak to the simpler little acts of affection. To be held is to be secure and to be wanted.
The bed creaks low as Maverick shifts again so that the next kiss can come more easily than the first, though he pauses after brushing his pierced lips against Rover's.]
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He's grinning crookedly when he draws back, giddiness putting him at ease. For a second, he brushes his thumb along their cheek, then carefully wiggles his fingers into place between Rover's so he can encourage them to lace together, because as nice as kisses are, he's painfully weak to the simpler little acts of affection. To be held is to be secure and to be wanted.
The bed creaks low as Maverick shifts again so that the next kiss can come more easily than the first, though he pauses after brushing his pierced lips against Rover's.]
This still okay?