[ kissing iggy seems to quell something in adam, but - not all the way. it's enough to scratch and itch, so to speak, but the satisfaction doesn't feel like enough, even as he carefully teases the tip of his tongue along the seam of iggy's mouth. still, when iggy draws back, adam doesn't chase right away, even though some unfamiliar part of him wants to.
iggy's smile is bright, contagious enough that adam meets it with a faint, closed-lip smile of his own. his hands, still light against the sides of iggy's neck, remain where they are, fingertips buried a little in the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
You're... very kind. [ he's not entirely sure how to receive a compliment, actually. not very many people give them to him, but then again, he doesn't regularly frequent places where the opportunity is readily available. adam wets his lower lip with a slow swipe of his tongue, thoughtful, maybe savoring. his fingers press lightly at the back of iggy's neck, and when he continues, his voice is still low, still oddly rusty. ] I'd like to get better...
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iggy's smile is bright, contagious enough that adam meets it with a faint, closed-lip smile of his own. his hands, still light against the sides of iggy's neck, remain where they are, fingertips buried a little in the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
You're... very kind. [ he's not entirely sure how to receive a compliment, actually. not very many people give them to him, but then again, he doesn't regularly frequent places where the opportunity is readily available. adam wets his lower lip with a slow swipe of his tongue, thoughtful, maybe savoring. his fingers press lightly at the back of iggy's neck, and when he continues, his voice is still low, still oddly rusty. ] I'd like to get better...