[ Finally, something changes - no, it doesn't change, exactly, but it seems to revert. As Elio reaches up and slips his arms around his waist, he suddenly looks a little taller, a little broader and his gaze has deepened again, a different weight behind it. He stares at the other man, fascinated, completely dumbfounded as to what just happened here. He accepted his proffered hand, obviously, but since when has anyone grown taller from taking Jean Louis up on one of his offers? Since when? Since when has it ever helped anyone?
But Elio leans in and kisses him, just a soft kiss, not terribly erotic but very sweet and warm and he kisses him back, trying to mirror that feeling through it's still foreign to him. Kissing has always been for the sake of, well, sex. To start something or to end it. If he's ever been truly intimate about it, then he can't remember when or with whom - he's completely certain that Elio, on the other hand, has settled within his memories like a tree, taking root. He likes it.
It feels... nice. Someone taking root in you. ]
Then it's yours.
[ The piano, the choice, the offer. He'd thought it the other night too - he wants to give this man everything, anything he wants, though he doesn't know how to do so or how to do it well. Judging by Elio's reaction now, however, this was a decent attempt.
So he runs his hand through Elio's hair and gives him a small smile, fleeting but genuine.
They've come past yesterday, then, and this is the other side. ]
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But Elio leans in and kisses him, just a soft kiss, not terribly erotic but very sweet and warm and he kisses him back, trying to mirror that feeling through it's still foreign to him. Kissing has always been for the sake of, well, sex. To start something or to end it. If he's ever been truly intimate about it, then he can't remember when or with whom - he's completely certain that Elio, on the other hand, has settled within his memories like a tree, taking root. He likes it.
It feels... nice. Someone taking root in you. ]
Then it's yours.
[ The piano, the choice, the offer. He'd thought it the other night too - he wants to give this man everything, anything he wants, though he doesn't know how to do so or how to do it well. Judging by Elio's reaction now, however, this was a decent attempt.
So he runs his hand through Elio's hair and gives him a small smile, fleeting but genuine.
They've come past yesterday, then, and this is the other side. ]