[He traces the line of pressure as it moves, a sense for where his fingers move to. It doesn't stop feeling ordinary, maybe even a little underwhelming in the best of ways, even though he can't mistake the deliberate nature of it. It's not ordinary, and McGillis can tell.]
All right.
[He knows he won't mind it a second time. Just as it no longer overwhelms him, it doesn't overwhelm somebody else, albeit one already with a familiar eye for these things. It's all he needs for now. Pivoting around, he stays standing close, still watching McGillis's face. He wants to draw himself in again, to see if the next time he's kissed he can kiss back a little harder and still get away with it. Thighs still tensed, eager to slot together. He wonders what the suit would feel like against bare skin if he pressed into it.]
I ought to be facing this way, anyway.
[No, it's not his move. McGillis can lead, he clearly expects it. Jeremiah could relate well enough to the insistence, even if he can't speak for the motivations of the other man for it. It's a hard approach to put down, he's finding, but the alternative seems really... nice.]
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All right.
[He knows he won't mind it a second time. Just as it no longer overwhelms him, it doesn't overwhelm somebody else, albeit one already with a familiar eye for these things. It's all he needs for now. Pivoting around, he stays standing close, still watching McGillis's face. He wants to draw himself in again, to see if the next time he's kissed he can kiss back a little harder and still get away with it. Thighs still tensed, eager to slot together. He wonders what the suit would feel like against bare skin if he pressed into it.]
I ought to be facing this way, anyway.
[No, it's not his move. McGillis can lead, he clearly expects it. Jeremiah could relate well enough to the insistence, even if he can't speak for the motivations of the other man for it. It's a hard approach to put down, he's finding, but the alternative seems really... nice.]