( kyle always finds a way to add more weight onto shit. i'm yours, he'd said once. i've got you, it'd been another time. jason had asked what he'd wanted, and kyle's response had just been you. it's always a lot. always too much and yet not enough. jason's held tight to every word kyle's thrown his direction. every stupidly soft statement, every i like you and i want you equivalent that comes out of his mouth. just like he does now. )
You're soft, ( repeating it, because-- ) but I ain't.
( the next time he leans in for a kiss, it's with the hand he'd had on kyle's neck wrapping around to cup the back of his head, to pull him into it. it's needy and desperate, and jason doesn't waste any time before pressing in deeper. )
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You're soft, ( repeating it, because-- ) but I ain't.
( the next time he leans in for a kiss, it's with the hand he'd had on kyle's neck wrapping around to cup the back of his head, to pull him into it. it's needy and desperate, and jason doesn't waste any time before pressing in deeper. )