[ York was sure for a moment there that North would be the responsible one and put the brakes on, but he's pleasantly surprised when his friend just leans in closer. And the hand on his face is good, soft and loving and everything York's craved for so long and never realized it could come from North. He should have known, really, he was just so wrapped up in other things it never clicked. Now it just feels right.
He can't lift his right arm and his left is pinned between them but he's kissing back with everything he's got until they need to breathe again, at which point he turns his head slightly to press a kiss to North's palm. ]
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He can't lift his right arm and his left is pinned between them but he's kissing back with everything he's got until they need to breathe again, at which point he turns his head slightly to press a kiss to North's palm. ]
We've been idiots, huh?