[contrary to Tek, Robin can't bring to mind the last time he made out with someone while he was this sober. his few encounters with boys have mostly been at parties, short and confused and often denied ("Man, I was so drunk last night... I don't remember anything...") the next morning. his ex-girlfriend has dominated his life on-and-off for the past year--but at the tail end of their relationship, kissing was just the thing they did on the way to fucking, and being around her was so exhausting that he wouldn't agree to it unless he was good and drunk anyway.
there was one time he made out with a boy without drinking first, but it ended badly. it was stiff and awkward, not like this at all. he's never had another boy's hand go wandering so confidently before. between the haze of kind touches and soft lips he almost forgets he's allowed to do something with his own hands.
with a girl, with Amy, he would... put a hand on her hip. so he starts there with Tek, too, quietly marveling at the difference as he starts to run his palm along his angles, the shape of his waist, the soft skirt hiding what would otherwise be flat planes. he's excited to explore, thrilled at the chance, but being this close also makes him nervous; he doesn't know what to do, or how far Tek will let him go, and the whole thing seems so impossible that he can't help but fear how fragile the moment must be.
but it doesn't stop him from kissing him. if anything, it keeps him going. he's wanted something like this for a long time, and he doesn't want to waste any second of it now that he actually has it. so, with his heart thundering in his chest, he moves his other hand to the other side of Tek's waist and pulls him in closer, gently prompting him forward.
fuck, maybe wanting a stranger to crawl into his lap is greedy at this point--but "live for the moment", right?]
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[contrary to Tek, Robin can't bring to mind the last time he made out with someone while he was this sober. his few encounters with boys have mostly been at parties, short and confused and often denied ("Man, I was so drunk last night... I don't remember anything...") the next morning. his ex-girlfriend has dominated his life on-and-off for the past year--but at the tail end of their relationship, kissing was just the thing they did on the way to fucking, and being around her was so exhausting that he wouldn't agree to it unless he was good and drunk anyway.
there was one time he made out with a boy without drinking first, but it ended badly. it was stiff and awkward, not like this at all. he's never had another boy's hand go wandering so confidently before. between the haze of kind touches and soft lips he almost forgets he's allowed to do something with his own hands.
with a girl, with Amy, he would... put a hand on her hip. so he starts there with Tek, too, quietly marveling at the difference as he starts to run his palm along his angles, the shape of his waist, the soft skirt hiding what would otherwise be flat planes. he's excited to explore, thrilled at the chance, but being this close also makes him nervous; he doesn't know what to do, or how far Tek will let him go, and the whole thing seems so impossible that he can't help but fear how fragile the moment must be.
but it doesn't stop him from kissing him. if anything, it keeps him going. he's wanted something like this for a long time, and he doesn't want to waste any second of it now that he actually has it. so, with his heart thundering in his chest, he moves his other hand to the other side of Tek's waist and pulls him in closer, gently prompting him forward.
fuck, maybe wanting a stranger to crawl into his lap is greedy at this point--but "live for the moment", right?]