( scott's laughing again, as he's wont to do when he's embarrassed. 'for being him'--honestly, the things matt says sometimes, and scott mentions this as if he isn't just as bad sometimes (see: all the time). he's still smiling, ridiculous and fond, when he turns to kiss matt's palm--turns to kiss his fingers, the tips of them. ) I'm innocent. ( the words are simple and small and full of shit, just like the person who's speaking them, and that much is made obvious in the way scott's nails start to trickle down matt's skin again--this time on his back, just to raise goosebumps. )
You're the asshole who won't stop touching me. ( hypocrite, a voice in his head says, but scott's wrapping his arms around matt's neck and tugging him anyway, slipping so he's got a leg hooked around matt's waist and his back against the cushions. ) Honestly, man. Show a little restraint.
( 'self-restraint' is what he says at the same time he hooks his arms up under matt's, drawing him close so he can kiss his mouth.
they're chest to chest now--bare flesh to bare flesh. scott does his best not to grin like an idiot, but his hand does move up to stroke the hair at the back of matt's head. )
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You're the asshole who won't stop touching me. ( hypocrite, a voice in his head says, but scott's wrapping his arms around matt's neck and tugging him anyway, slipping so he's got a leg hooked around matt's waist and his back against the cushions. ) Honestly, man. Show a little restraint.
( 'self-restraint' is what he says at the same time he hooks his arms up under matt's, drawing him close so he can kiss his mouth.
they're chest to chest now--bare flesh to bare flesh. scott does his best not to grin like an idiot, but his hand does move up to stroke the hair at the back of matt's head. )
Unbelievable.