[In some way it's still so surreal he has trouble believing this is actually happening. Gasping softly at the words, the tender touch, reeling with the impossibility of it. But Claude kisses him and Lorenz melts into him, leaning against him in a way that is a bit dangerous given how much taller he is. Long fingers slide up into dark curls and he answers the guiding hand on his back eagerly enough. Pressed against each other like that it's surprisingly hard to tell just how much Claude's heart might be racing over the rush of his own pulse in his ears.
He's distantly aware of a quiet little sound in his throat, encouraging without really having any idea what to do other than savor the warmth of the man against him, the softness of his lips. As much as the thought of kissing anyone had sent fear and anxiety dragging him down a dark spiral before, the actual act leaves him surprisingly, delightfully thoughtless.
And breathless.
A realization that makes him draw back slightly to suck in a shaky breath, eyes still closed, head tipping forward to rest his forehead against Claude's.]
Khalid... you- [He wets his lips lightly, tries to figure out how to ask what he wants to. Or if he even should. Claude had said- but he still struggled to wrap his head around it.]
no subject
He's distantly aware of a quiet little sound in his throat, encouraging without really having any idea what to do other than savor the warmth of the man against him, the softness of his lips. As much as the thought of kissing anyone had sent fear and anxiety dragging him down a dark spiral before, the actual act leaves him surprisingly, delightfully thoughtless.
And breathless.
A realization that makes him draw back slightly to suck in a shaky breath, eyes still closed, head tipping forward to rest his forehead against Claude's.]
Khalid... you- [He wets his lips lightly, tries to figure out how to ask what he wants to. Or if he even should. Claude had said- but he still struggled to wrap his head around it.]
are you sure...?