[It becomes clear pretty quickly that Gar is not timid when it comes to kissing despite never having actually done it before. He's enthusiastic like he is with a lot of things and that's really all the green light Jason needs. The teeth on his lip and the sure and steady fingers tightening in his hair pull a low, hungry sound from his throat and his fingers dig into Gar's thigh as he licks and curls his tongue against Gar's. His taste, his scent was everywhere and it makes Jason's head spin a little.
The video is still going in the background though Jason can hardly hear it over the pounding of his own heart. His hand falls from Gar's face, down his chest, his side, fingers spread over lean lines of muscle as he holds on.]
Are you sure you've never kissed before? [He laughs breathlessly, nipping and sucking at Gar's lower lip as he licks into him again. Before the tiger boy can reply, Jason is blindly moving the laptop to the side so he can guide Gar back onto the mattress. He lowers himself a little, arms bracketing Gar's head as he tugs at his lip. The heat in the room, between them now is palpable and Jason can't help but slip a hand under the hem of Gar's shirt, fingers ghosting over the smooth line of his abs, the curve of his hips.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 02:29 am (UTC)The video is still going in the background though Jason can hardly hear it over the pounding of his own heart. His hand falls from Gar's face, down his chest, his side, fingers spread over lean lines of muscle as he holds on.]
Are you sure you've never kissed before? [He laughs breathlessly, nipping and sucking at Gar's lower lip as he licks into him again. Before the tiger boy can reply, Jason is blindly moving the laptop to the side so he can guide Gar back onto the mattress. He lowers himself a little, arms bracketing Gar's head as he tugs at his lip. The heat in the room, between them now is palpable and Jason can't help but slip a hand under the hem of Gar's shirt, fingers ghosting over the smooth line of his abs, the curve of his hips.]