[That's all the response his brain can muster when Kavinsky says that he's thinking about kissing him. Which notably isn't a no, it isn't a protest, or laughing it off, or any of the responses that he probably should have had when it came to the idea of Kavinsky kissing him. And even if what he says could be mistaken as a lack of interest, there's heat in his tone, in the way that he says it.
And he kisses him back.
It's a little bit shy at first, almost unsure, but he is into it. A slow sort of desire as he leans into him, reaching up to curl fingers against his shoulder. There's a helpless sort of sound in his throat, a shiver in his frame. It's not his first kiss or anything, but- it's been a long time since he's kissed anyone. Since anyone wanted to kiss him. He's tactile when you pull away the layers of the people he is for other people.
Gansey's been so alone. Partially his own fault, of course. Courting a dead Welsh King didn't imply a predisposition towards affection.]
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[That's all the response his brain can muster when Kavinsky says that he's thinking about kissing him. Which notably isn't a no, it isn't a protest, or laughing it off, or any of the responses that he probably should have had when it came to the idea of Kavinsky kissing him. And even if what he says could be mistaken as a lack of interest, there's heat in his tone, in the way that he says it.
And he kisses him back.
It's a little bit shy at first, almost unsure, but he is into it. A slow sort of desire as he leans into him, reaching up to curl fingers against his shoulder. There's a helpless sort of sound in his throat, a shiver in his frame. It's not his first kiss or anything, but- it's been a long time since he's kissed anyone. Since anyone wanted to kiss him. He's tactile when you pull away the layers of the people he is for other people.
Gansey's been so alone. Partially his own fault, of course. Courting a dead Welsh King didn't imply a predisposition towards affection.]