kissy time. // selectively accepting.

                   their make-out sessions were never this gentle. they were heated, frantic, quick and to the point, the worry of getting caught always in the back of their minds. but the way mike is kissing him now, like he’s precious, like he’s something fragile, it catches him off guard, and makes him weak at the knees.

              josh let’s out a small whimper, arms curling around mike’s neck, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of pure bliss. fingers tangle in hair, tug lightly at the dark strands. he only pulls away when it becomes to much, his heart beating so fast that he fears it will explode out of his chest. he opens his eyes, biting on his bottom lip, only a bit out of breath. he can’t think of what to say, so he simply settles for pressing a soft kiss to the side of mike’s neck.