(Lmao)
Met glanced back at him. "Oh, we keep them at the door," He said with a small smile, curling up his own bare feet. He reached forward and grabbed up the remote, his shirt riding up on his hips as he stretched.
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Slipping off his shoes, the soles of his feet felt a light chill at the hardwood flooring. Padding over to the sofa, Tirrell sat gently beside Met. He attempted to will the image of the elder's sides away, but kept imagining them. He kind of wanted to set his hands on the slight natural curve to his sides.
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(ew it's 11 already gtg)
(Oof it's midnight)
Met sat back and straightened out his shirt, not entirely sure why he picked it when it was too small. He looked at Tirrell, the small smile still on his face.
"What do you like to watch?" He turned on the TV in the meantime, not having noticed Tirrell looking oddly embarrassed.
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Tirrell pulled his thin legs up onto the sofa and into a criss-cross position. "Um, whatever is fine. I prefer movies over most tv series. Most. I used to be a fan of Doctor Who, but it ended up being a bit much at times," he added with a laugh.
Met handed Tirrell the remote, smiling a bit. "Well, it sounds like you know more than I do. You can pick whichever show you'd like." He shuffled on the couch a little and pulled his hand away.
oof
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Tirrell nearly blushed at the touch of their fingers. The remote felt cool in his palm and the shorter boy longed to hold Met's. Flipping through the channels, nothing in particular sparked his interest as he hadn't seen much of what was showing. Pretending to be invested in channel surfing, Tirrell carefully inched his right hand towards Met's larger left one. Almost jumping when he felt fingers, he continued until their palms touched. It was up to Met to close his fingers if he felt the same.
Met had been intent on watching the bright colors fly over on the TV, and really had jumped when he felt fingers. He blushed and was about to apologize before he felt Tirrell's warm hand settled into his cold one. His voice died in his throat and he gently took it, closing his fingers.
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Tirrell smiled as he felt their digits intertwine. Out of nowhere, he felt his lips move without him thinking. "Met? I… Remember when I said I liked you a lot…? I can't get the thought out you out of my head. The reason I'm saying this, is because I don't want us to be awkward anymore. Do you get what I mean…?"
Met glanced at the other's worried profile, his eyes widening a little. "Ye-yeah. I remember." He squeezed Tirrell's hand a little. Admittedly, he couldn't stop thinking about the other either. "I get what you mean." He nodded, looking down at their hands.
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He hesitated for a minute before continuing. "C-can I… kiss you…?"
Tirrell longed to make this boy feel loved and to get the well needed satisfaction of being loved right back. He wanted to wrap his arms around Met's waist and press kisses up and down his neck.
Met chewed on his lip nervously. "Y-yes." He wanted to feel love from an outside oerson, and he wanted it to come from Tirrell. He looked at the other, still chewing his lip.
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The smaller boy scooted closer only to lean in further until their lips were pressing against each other. Met's lips felt soft, the light coloration of a pink rose. Tirrell's free hand previously was in his lap, but now touched lightly at Met's sides. The fabric of his shirt felt soft. For a moment, he wondered what the male would appear like without said shirt, but pushed the lustful thought away. Now wasn't the time to be dirty minded. His hand ended up snaking its way into the older's dark colored hair, loving how soft each tuft felt on his fingertips.
Met hadn't been expecting the sudden kiss, but he melted into Tirrell's soft, well-kept lips immediately with a slight blush dancing on his cheeks. His hands stayed idly on his lap, though he wanted to set them on the other, ruffle up his hair and perhaps feel along his skin. When he felt Tirrell's fingers in his hair, did Met move his hands tenitively to move them up Tirrell's neck into his hair. It was soft and somewhat wet at the roots. Did the other just wash his hair?
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Tirrell hummed lightly at the gentle touches on his scalp, not bothering to move an inch from where he currently was. Both hands were now in Met's hair, arms wrapping around his neck, the kiss full of longing and trust
Met kissed him and let his focus slip away. It came back soon, though, when his lungs were straining for air. He opened his eyes and pulled away with a faint inhale.
"W-wow…" He whispered softly.
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Taking a deep breath, Tirrell was smiling like crazy. "T-that was… amazing…" he said between a few breaths. Still feeling eager, the smaller boy pressed one final kiss on the other's cheek.
Met smiled faintly with a little dorkiness mixed in. "Can-can we have more? More kisses?" He leaned in again, brushing their noses together.
(omg i just thought of a pun one of my bois can use: I'm glad to have Met you.
like it's hella cheesy but I don't care)(Make Tirrell say it)
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Tirrell grinned, saying, "I thought you'd never ask," before pressing their lips together again. There came more light hums of satisfaction as he held the older boy closer, loving every second of being with him. He leaned in as far as he could without having Met on his back. That would sure stir up a few unwanted questions in his mind. The younger simply wanted a mutual feeling so that one or the other didn't go too far into making the other uncomfortable. Tirrell's eyes might have been closed happily, but even a mental image of those crystal blue eyes were filling his mind with want.
He wanted Met to look him in the eyes more.
He wanted Met to feel comfortable.
He wanted to make Met feel things he'd never felt before.
So this was love…
Met was more than comfortable as their lips came together again. He was living a fantasy that he had been imagining since day two of knowing the younger male. He shut his own eyes lovingly as he leaned closer, their chests touching. All cares he had ever had melted away luxuriously, leaving a blurry state-of-mind. Any question he ever had, any concern… He pulled the other boy even closer by the back of his neck, something hidden deep in his soul taking over his body.
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(dw imma use the pun probably if they need to move to the other room to study
either that or in a few responses hehehe)
Tirrell wrapped his arms around Met's middle again, wanting to be closer. After a few moments, he shifted to almost sitting on the other's lap, legs wrapped around his waist. Smirking during their kiss, he began to rub gently where his hands were places, calmly massaging Met's skin.
(Tbthtbthrbthtbtbhtbtbthhhtbtbbtbtbbhtb ok that sounds good lmao)
Met pulled away after a few moments with a soft gasp, glancing down and up again. He looked… unsure and rather curious, tilting his head closer to the other. He shifted slightly and smiled a little, moving his hands down as Tirrell's had.
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Tirrell had pulled his hands away quickly, hoping he hadn't done something wrong. As Met moved his hands lower, the boy calmed down, putting his hands back on the slight dip of Met's sides. "You're okay with this, right…?" he asked, making sure. They had rushed a tad, but again, he didn't want to go where Met felt uneasy.
(Sorry had to eat dinner lol)
Met chewed on his lip and nodded, smiling a little. "I am okay with it. It… it's great, really," He admitted with a shy laugh and a deep blush at his cheeks. "You… um… seem like you really want me. Not saying that I don't or anything!" Met assured with a small squeak.
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(ah ok lol)
A chuckle escaped from the younger boy's throat, a smile reforming again. His hands moved to Met's cheeks as Tirrell kissed him again quickly. "You don't give yourself enough credit, you know that? I for one am more than glad to have Met you," he said. The younger of the two stared into the other's eyes, waiting for the realization of the name pun.
"I… um…" He fell speechless as the pun hit him, and he blinked a few times. "Met me?" He repeated with a small giggle, shutting his eyes as the giggles didn't stop. Something about the situation just made him so undyingly happy, and the pun topped it all off.
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Tirrell laughed along with him, enjoying the way the other laughed, sound ringing in the air. Everything about him was amazing. "Y-yes," he replied though fits of laughter.
Met moved his hands off of Tirrell's neck and giggled softly into them, his shoulders bouncing slightly. He wanted to say something, maybe apologize, but he couldn't bring himself to do so through the intense giggles.
