[ This isn't the time or place to hold back, in York's view. North's arm wraps around him but it doesn't hurt so he presses in a little more, their chests brushing as he keeps kissing. It's been a long time since he's kissed anyone, and far longer since it felt this good.
Yeah, he's doomed.
Because of course they'd realize what they're feeling on a rig with tighter restrictions than even the MoI. And he still hasn't fully wrapped his head around what demi means, but if it doesn't keep North from kissing him he's content with it.
What does snap him out of the kiss, which he'd be happy to drag on indefinitely, is a thud against the makeshift barricade. ]
Fuck off, m'busy.
[ He knows it won't listen, but he really doesn't want to get up right now. Maybe it'll just decide it's too much trouble to get in and fly away. ]
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Yeah, he's doomed.
Because of course they'd realize what they're feeling on a rig with tighter restrictions than even the MoI. And he still hasn't fully wrapped his head around what demi means, but if it doesn't keep North from kissing him he's content with it.
What does snap him out of the kiss, which he'd be happy to drag on indefinitely, is a thud against the makeshift barricade. ]
Fuck off, m'busy.
[ He knows it won't listen, but he really doesn't want to get up right now. Maybe it'll just decide it's too much trouble to get in and fly away. ]