Mark My Words; open

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Connor couldn't help but smile against his lips, a blush heating up his cool skin. He kissed him tenderly, sitting up to lean closer. A hand felt to a rest on the back of the sofa near Attyston's shoulder. He had been worried he older male wouldn't take so kindly to his idea, or think he was desperate..which maybe he was being a tad bit. Was he?
Either way, Att had initiated the kiss, so he must be okay with it.
Connor hesitated, then climbed into his lap, a hand on the back of Attyston's neck to keep from falling backwards onto the floor. He wasn't ready to make a bgger fool of himself.

[Attyston Thomas]

I could feel his lips turn up into a smile against mine, and a grin appears on my own mouth unconsciously. I was glad that Connor was cool with this. It was one thing kissing in front of people, and a while other when you were alone. And on a couch. Maybe I was over analyzing it, though. I can feel his pause before he climbs into my lap. A blush creeps across my face and I'm glad that he can't see it. I keep my hand under his chin to keep his lips firmly against mine and the other wraps around his neck to hold him to me. I was glad that Connor had thought to bring me back here, and that he still wanted to kiss me. Maybe we could make something out of this yet. I hoped so, at least.

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Connor leaned in close as he was kept in place. He wrapped the arm against the sofa around Attyston's waist instead, holding the kiss out until his lungs burned.
Pulling away with a faint cough to catch his breath, he rest his head on the other male's shoulder, just keeping curled close. He missed affectionate touch, a sign that somebody even remotely cared. Maybe it was because the past two years, he couldn't even find love in his own father's eyes anymore. Maybe that was why he went for the males, older than him while afraid of them simultaniously. Because there was none in his picutre of happiness anymore. There was no picutre of happiness. He lifted his head again to search Attyston's face, almost questioning, and leaned in for another kiss.

[Attyston Thomas]

His arm wraps around my waist and I run my tongue over his lips. I open my green eyes as Connor pulls back. I takea deep breath, having exhausted most of my amount of air. But, I hadn't wanted to be the one to break the kiss. I didn't want to make him think that I wanted to stop. He rests his head on my shoulder and I smile. His body was thin against mine, his arm still around my waist. I rest my chin on the top of his head happily, though soon Connor lifts his head to look at me. I don't say anything, instead smile at him reassuringly. After a moment he apparently comes to a decision and leans back in to press his lips to mine again. I pull him closer to me, hoping I wouldn't, like, break him in half.

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Connor parted his lips some, a bit submissively but at the same time pressing close. He hadn't always been so hesitant, and the way he was wasn't shy. It was clear there was or had been something wrong to cause the lack of trust, the hesitance. Clearly, considering he almost jumped out of his skin with every touch up until now. Tongue brushed lips, teeth, and then his stomach was growling. He laughed sheepishly, guilt flickering in his eyes at the fact that it was clear he had lied about eating earlier. "Ah, s-sorry," He huffed, shifting his weight, playing with the ends of Attyston's hair at the nape of his neck.

[Attyston Thomas]

He still seemed.. scared. No, scared wasn't quite the word, I didn't think, Maybe hesitant. However, he does part his lips, which I take as a good sign. My tongue brushes over his teeth before his stomach growls and he pulls away. I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders slightly. It was apparent that he had been lying about eating earlier, but with some of the stuff they served in fast food resturants, who could blame him? "Its fine." I reply, burying my face in his neck. Connor plays with the hair at on the nape of my neck, and I smile. I take a deep breath, leaning back to plant a kiss on his sheek before looking at him for a moment.

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Connor smiled, glad he hadn't said too much about it, though he was aware it would be brought up eventually. The dizziness threatening wasn't a good feeling, his body unable to cope well without food.
The kiss on the cheek made him smile and he searched his face, then finally his eyes. His blue ones were happy, confused, they held a story waiting to be told, a loneliness and lurking depression waiting to come back out and play the moment this happiness ended

[Attyston Thomas]

His blue eyes met my green ones, a happyness in them, though also a sort of haunted look. I frown slightly and put my forehead against his, as if by doing so would scare away all of Connor's demons and make everything alright. I wish I could fix things, I wish I could make things better. But, I was always like that. Usually. Unless you did something to hurt someone I cared about, then you were practically dead to me. I sigh softly, running my hand through his hair affectionantely before closing my eyes to close the distance between our lips for another kiss. This day probably couldn't get any better, quite honestly. Except maybe if I could have a cat in my apartment. Then maybe it could.

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Connor bit his lip as their foreheads met. He closed his eyes, felt those lips against his own again and met the kiss a little more passionately than before, curling tight against the healyier male, searching for protection there. There was time for Attyston to learn about his flaws and unhappiness, but right now all he wanted to do was brush it under the rug and tell himself that none of it existed, that he was perfectly fine. That what he always told himself, it never worked. But right now there was somebody else to help be a distraction, and Connor couldn't be more grateful.

[Attyston Thomas]

He kisses me back more passionately than before, his body leaning against mine as if for protection. I could tell Connor was hiding something, but I was probably just looking into his somewhat odd behavior too much, I was over thinking things. Isn't that what Londyn told me all the time? That I just needed to let loose and let things happen of their own accord? Well, I'd start doing that. I'd go with the flow and not try to control and perfect everything around me, for once. I run my hand through his hair again before stopping sto cradle the beck of his head gently in my palm.

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Connor smiled hazily, content and relaxed at the moment with all of this. He kissed Attyston's jaw tenderly, breaths softt but perminantly uneven. It was from a drug overdose awhile back, just as the drugs were reason for slight paralysis in his right arm.
He continued to play with Att's hair, slowly lying back on the couch, pulling Attyston with him. His face said it all, he was terrified of being taken advantage of.

[Attyston Thomas]

He had a content grin on his face, if a little goofy. But, I found it truly adorable. His lips press against my jaw lightly and I tilt my head up, closing my eyes happily. Connor's warm breath was uneven on my skin and I can feel the movement of his hand in my hair. I open my green eyes again as he leans back on my sofa, pulling me with him. A blush creeps over my face and I lean down to gently kiss his forehead, tucking a stray strand of his black hair behind his ear. I chuckle softly, leaning forward to lightly press my lips to his. Connor was.. great. Both in the sense that he was a good kisser, he was attractive, and that he seemed to have more to him than just face value, and I wanted to drag more of his true personality out into the light. I wanted him to be comfortable and be himself.

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Connor relaxed at the kiss on the forehead, taling it as a sign that he didn't need to feel so vulnerable. He tilted his head up some after his hair was brushed back and the kiss was offered. Meeting it tenderly, he ran fingers along Attyston's lower back, above the shirt, before pulling himself close. He trusted that the male wouldn't crush him or smother him or do some other crazy thing, which said a lot when you considered Connor's lack of trust to begin with.
A genuine smile washed over his face. "I-I could get used to this.." He whispered.

[Attyston Thomas]

He loosened up a bit when I kissed his forehead and his lips met mine in the middle for a soft kiss. His hands trailed across my lower back and a small grin crossed my lips through the kiss. He seemed to trust me, which I waas proud of. I knew I wouldn't hurt him or take advantage of him, but Connor didn't, but he seemed to be figuring it out. We soon break the kiss and color rushes into my face at his words. "Me too." I mumble sheepishly, hoping that he knew how much I meant it. I sometimes had problems with words, though in some situations I was very well spoken. Something intimate and close was obviously not my specialty, and I hoped that Connor didn't take it for a lack of enthusiasm.

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Connor smiled, happiness glimmering in his wyes, but worry as well. He had been hurt too many times in relationships, disposed of with ease, including by their star football player at school. But nobody knew that, oh no. Everybody thought he was straight. But Dyson was as straight as a circle quite honestly. He picked on Connor to hide his own problems, put on his big boy face for the popular kids, when in reality he was just as broken as Connor. But Connor seemed to draw the short stick every time. Tgat's why he worried. He was tired of drawing straws, hoped this would turn into something different from before. If not, he was done. He gave up on relationships after this.
But for now he was alright, kissed Attyston's throat before licking his cheek with a smirk.