[ what does adam want? he can't really say, guided by something unknown - by a quick taste of festive candy quickly discarded on the lush, green lawn moments before he and iggy met. he wants to taste him, so when their mouths part as iggy tilts his head back, adam nearly chases after the soft, wet heat of it. he exhales in a little bit of a rush when his head catches up to him, half-lidded eyes met with the elegantly exposed column of a throat, idly and lazily pushing his own hips forward in search of more pressure.
anything you want, iggy offers, and adam's not sure what exactly he's after just yet, but he'll search until he finds it. until the unfamiliar itch is scratched.
broad hands splay across iggy's lower back, sliding up just a few notches of his spine before drifting downward again. adam leans down, and his warm breath finds the soft skin of iggy's throat before his mouth does, a premonition for what's to follow. he kisses lightly, carefully above iggy's pulse, and pushes his fingertips just past the top edge where his waistband sits against his spine. ]
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anything you want, iggy offers, and adam's not sure what exactly he's after just yet, but he'll search until he finds it. until the unfamiliar itch is scratched.
broad hands splay across iggy's lower back, sliding up just a few notches of his spine before drifting downward again. adam leans down, and his warm breath finds the soft skin of iggy's throat before his mouth does, a premonition for what's to follow. he kisses lightly, carefully above iggy's pulse, and pushes his fingertips just past the top edge where his waistband sits against his spine. ]