Louis melts into the kiss, palms sliding from the dip of Armand’s waist so that his arms may circle him fully, draw their bodies flush as the kiss morphs from something simple to something yearning and wanting and desperate. They have their faults, the two of them - but kissing Armand feels like homecoming, like finding safe harbor to wait out the storm.
One hand slides up the plane of Armand’s back, fingers settling at his nape, tangling in the dark waves, possessive and soft all at once. His lips part on a huff of air, enough to kiss him open mouthed and needy, licking hot against his lipstongueteeth, the very taste of Armand on his tongue enough to elicit a low hum.
“I’ve missed you,” he says across their mental connection, voice tentative yet earnest. “My world is too quiet without you.”
Armand, steadfast and stalwart, if not downright infuriating and insufferable, always a presence. A warm pull at the back of his mind, a heartbeat that brings Louis’ back into tune when it matters most.
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One hand slides up the plane of Armand’s back, fingers settling at his nape, tangling in the dark waves, possessive and soft all at once. His lips part on a huff of air, enough to kiss him open mouthed and needy, licking hot against his lipstongueteeth, the very taste of Armand on his tongue enough to elicit a low hum.
“I’ve missed you,” he says across their mental connection, voice tentative yet earnest. “My world is too quiet without you.”
Armand, steadfast and stalwart, if not downright infuriating and insufferable, always a presence. A warm pull at the back of his mind, a heartbeat that brings Louis’ back into tune when it matters most.