There's something about the way Louis' wet fingers slide down his stomach that makes Dani forget all about paint, and poolsides, and sunlight. There's a fresh rush of heat through his skin, making him forget his shyness, his uncertainty.
"You can do what you like," he says, with a little smile, as he leans in.
His fingertips, warm despite the paint coating them, graze Louis' rib. His first touch is just a slide of his hand, making stripes that form no pattern due to his distraction, and then he remembers it's supposed to be art. Blue stripes, bright blue, like the shade of the pool. He moves to a pink finger instead, and draws flowers, roses swirling their way above the blue to Louis' chest.
Then green, moving down, Dani's hand briefly flattening over Louis' pectoral, then pausing while his thumb brushes white over his nipple.
He wets his lips and looks up, sweet as he leans into Louis' space.
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"You can do what you like," he says, with a little smile, as he leans in.
His fingertips, warm despite the paint coating them, graze Louis' rib. His first touch is just a slide of his hand, making stripes that form no pattern due to his distraction, and then he remembers it's supposed to be art. Blue stripes, bright blue, like the shade of the pool. He moves to a pink finger instead, and draws flowers, roses swirling their way above the blue to Louis' chest.
Then green, moving down, Dani's hand briefly flattening over Louis' pectoral, then pausing while his thumb brushes white over his nipple.
He wets his lips and looks up, sweet as he leans into Louis' space.
"Would it be wrong of me to kiss you now?"