[The ice still feels thin, for all that McGillis is still touching and offering every step of the way. So possessive, tenuous. Now that he's made room for it, Jeremiah feels no spark of recoil, only the warmth it draws to the surface.
His hands are big, protective. Capable of harm as well, that he's already seen.]
No doubt it would have. [There's amusement in his eye, but it's overshadowed by the heavy-lidded want growing ever darker. Not as if this is a bad compromise, he thinks.
Jeremiah finally flicks off his bracelet, the weight of confirmation settling heavy and urgent. His hand finds McGillis's shoulder, just near his neck, fingers curled over the muscle to press in, urging him closer. He can't kiss him first this time, not when he's being held like this, but the impetuous demand for it still sits fat on his tongue.]
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His hands are big, protective. Capable of harm as well, that he's already seen.]
No doubt it would have. [There's amusement in his eye, but it's overshadowed by the heavy-lidded want growing ever darker. Not as if this is a bad compromise, he thinks.
Jeremiah finally flicks off his bracelet, the weight of confirmation settling heavy and urgent. His hand finds McGillis's shoulder, just near his neck, fingers curled over the muscle to press in, urging him closer. He can't kiss him first this time, not when he's being held like this, but the impetuous demand for it still sits fat on his tongue.]