‘ shots aren’t that great anyway. gummies are the way to go, i think. ‘ his eyes rake over elwood’s face as he speaks, fingertips trailing over his jawline, then to tangle in the hair at the back of his head. he gives no answer to the question, instead pressing a gentle kiss to the other’s lips with his own curled into the faintest smile.
for the second time, the kiss takes him completely by surprised, but it doesn’t take nearly as long to react this time around. reaching out, elwood curls his hand into mason’s shirt, tugging him closer until he’s able to slot their lips together a little more firmly. he’s almost sliding off his stool, and he pulls back a little to breathe, resting their foreheads together - catching sight of mason’s smile, his own quickly forms. ❛ … – what was that for? ❜