{ the hand holding thoma's against his face drops down, hovering in the air for a moment, before it reaches to carefully curl around the back of thoma's neck. his fingers delve into his hair, pulling gently at the strands as he tries to find purchase.
the effects of the rain have certainly worn off by now, the first touch more than enough for it. yet, despite that, he finds his mouth moving more firmly. it isn't heated with desire, but it isn't without a tone of want behind it. it's just a sweeter kind of want. a feeling of wanting to put what he can't put into words easily into the kiss itself.
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the effects of the rain have certainly worn off by now, the first touch more than enough for it. yet, despite that, he finds his mouth moving more firmly. it isn't heated with desire, but it isn't without a tone of want behind it. it's just a sweeter kind of want. a feeling of wanting to put what he can't put into words easily into the kiss itself.
it's for only you }