it probably isn't fair for dick to say he's surprised. he did, literally, ask for it. he still doesn't think it's coming, even when mako has his hands on either side of his face, even when there's only a hair's breath between their mouths, and he can taste the hesitance of mako's lips, and mako can taste the surety on his own. it's only when that short line is crossed that dick has any inclination towards how much he actually wanted to kiss him. he didn't notice his hands balling up to not move forward too much too fast, didn't realize the clench in his jaw that actively kept him from slamming his mouth up against mako's. but. a single kiss lets it all be known, aired out in the space between them like embers flying off a campfire when you blow on the wood. the tension dissolves, parted into the wind. dick is less a person and more an element, the chemical construct of their molecules meeting and melting together.
air didn't always inspire fire. at the dawn of time, fire had to accept it first, and set a precedent for the forever ages of science. if dick thinks about it, it's a pretty sweet love story.
but he isn't thinking about it. or much of anything, really, other than the heat exuding off mako like a furnace and how comforting he finds that, placing a hand innocently on mako's waist, the other wrapping around his wrist. just holding him there, soft and sure. if mako's kiss was a question, dick's returning one is an answer - and the only answer is yes, to whatever he's got.
it isn't a heavy kiss, so when they part, it isn't with panting breaths. dick just turns his head to kiss the center of his palm, blushing a little goofily into it. he really didn't think mako would do that. )
Do you want to go on the roof? It's a little more romantic. ( it definitely has to be a date now, right. he gets a little more boisterous in his grin, kissing mako's wrist. ) Although, I think I've pretty much got the best seat in the house, looking at you.
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it probably isn't fair for dick to say he's surprised. he did, literally, ask for it. he still doesn't think it's coming, even when mako has his hands on either side of his face, even when there's only a hair's breath between their mouths, and he can taste the hesitance of mako's lips, and mako can taste the surety on his own. it's only when that short line is crossed that dick has any inclination towards how much he actually wanted to kiss him. he didn't notice his hands balling up to not move forward too much too fast, didn't realize the clench in his jaw that actively kept him from slamming his mouth up against mako's. but. a single kiss lets it all be known, aired out in the space between them like embers flying off a campfire when you blow on the wood. the tension dissolves, parted into the wind. dick is less a person and more an element, the chemical construct of their molecules meeting and melting together.
air didn't always inspire fire. at the dawn of time, fire had to accept it first, and set a precedent for the forever ages of science. if dick thinks about it, it's a pretty sweet love story.
but he isn't thinking about it. or much of anything, really, other than the heat exuding off mako like a furnace and how comforting he finds that, placing a hand innocently on mako's waist, the other wrapping around his wrist. just holding him there, soft and sure. if mako's kiss was a question, dick's returning one is an answer - and the only answer is yes, to whatever he's got.
it isn't a heavy kiss, so when they part, it isn't with panting breaths. dick just turns his head to kiss the center of his palm, blushing a little goofily into it. he really didn't think mako would do that. )
Do you want to go on the roof? It's a little more romantic. ( it definitely has to be a date now, right. he gets a little more boisterous in his grin, kissing mako's wrist. ) Although, I think I've pretty much got the best seat in the house, looking at you.