[nice and sweet. both are adjectives that fit the two of them to some extent, and not at all, but it's never been the way of survivors to be only one thing. there is a time to be a monster.
and there are evenings to kiss a diminutive and lovely man, feel his mouth slant over your own and his hips dish a little when you spread your fingers over the smooth glass cut of their bones. janus smiles a little, palpably against rafa's mouth, but they don't take a breath to come up for air, partly because fitness, and partly because they've spent almost a decade practicing this, you know, how to breathe and kiss at the same time.
it's only a matter of moments before there's a hand sneaking under rafa's shirt, cunning as a thief, but not especially subtle. the pads of janus' fingers are callused, snagging slightly on the smooth slope of his spine, even as their mouth moves over to try his ear.]
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and there are evenings to kiss a diminutive and lovely man, feel his mouth slant over your own and his hips dish a little when you spread your fingers over the smooth glass cut of their bones. janus smiles a little, palpably against rafa's mouth, but they don't take a breath to come up for air, partly because fitness, and partly because they've spent almost a decade practicing this, you know, how to breathe and kiss at the same time.
it's only a matter of moments before there's a hand sneaking under rafa's shirt, cunning as a thief, but not especially subtle. the pads of janus' fingers are callused, snagging slightly on the smooth slope of his spine, even as their mouth moves over to try his ear.]