[In the moment following the catch in Matt’s breath, when his head tilts just so toward him, relief unravels Liem in one simple, easy motion. He feels it tug something free when Matt moves forward instead of back, and warm lips find his for the first time since before his world crumbled into rot. It stuns him almost breathless.
He melts into the kiss by careful degrees. The hand that had been hovering about his leg now alights on Matt’s chest, skating slowly up to his collar, his neck, wending its way to the line of his jaw. Gently. And he pauses for the space of a breath, hovering just beyond the reach of Matt’s lips, but he doesn’t pull away.
He hasn’t forgotten about his teeth, or the chill clinging to his breath. He hasn’t forgotten what he is—but in light of everything else ruling their lives, after the loss of every part of their worlds and the condemnation of whatever’s left, he hopes feverishly that it won’t matter. He hopes he’ll be allowed to lean on Matt despite everything, because Matt needs someone to lean on too and he’s the one who’s here. Selfishly, he hopes.
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He melts into the kiss by careful degrees. The hand that had been hovering about his leg now alights on Matt’s chest, skating slowly up to his collar, his neck, wending its way to the line of his jaw. Gently. And he pauses for the space of a breath, hovering just beyond the reach of Matt’s lips, but he doesn’t pull away.
He hasn’t forgotten about his teeth, or the chill clinging to his breath. He hasn’t forgotten what he is—but in light of everything else ruling their lives, after the loss of every part of their worlds and the condemnation of whatever’s left, he hopes feverishly that it won’t matter. He hopes he’ll be allowed to lean on Matt despite everything, because Matt needs someone to lean on too and he’s the one who’s here. Selfishly, he hopes.
And he kisses him again.]