pyropolar:

      _{momentarily there’s the fear that elwood wouldn’t reciprocate, that’d he’d be put off by the idea of doing this again. his fears are put to rest, however, when elwood seems to be all in. his own cheeks flush, eyes fluttering to a close and all too soon elwood’s pulling away from him. shrugging, he presses his lips together in a thin line to hide his ever growing grin.  ‘ i felt like it. ‘}

        _{he hadn’t even considered pushing him away - and he thinks it should be a little bit weirder, a little bit stranger, kissing him again. but there’s something familiar about it, like he remembers where he can touch him and how hard to kiss him, when he needs someone to pull back a little and similarly, when he needs someone to pull him in. elwood likes to think, even after all this time, he still knows mason’s little traits. humming, he runs his fingertips down mason’s jaw, biting his lip. ❛ yeah, well. feel free to feel like it more often. ❜}