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asphaltcowgrrlSo, since this is only ~300 words, I'm not going to get all fancy with my formatting. Prompt for the weekend challenge was: difference in height kiss.
Kiss
All things considered; Andrej wasn’t a small man. He stood well over six foot in his stocking feet, making him taller than most of the people he knew, James included. However, when compared to his partner, he felt like a child.
Zayne had at least two inches on him in height, many more than that in the width of his shoulders. Tall, broad, and strong, that was the Texan in a nutshell. It was one of the reasons why Andrej had fallen so hard for him, too. He radiated this aura of protectiveness, of safety, that had drawn Andrej in. And then that damn cocky smile had grabbed him and held him hostage.
Tilting his head upwards, he saw that smile again, although it was more seductive than cocky now. Those green eyes he adored so much watched him, waited. It wasn’t like Zayne to wait for anything. If he saw something he liked, he took it, acted as if he owned it, and yet… he watched Andrej with an intensity that set his soul on fire.
Andrej licked his lips, decision made. Lifting up onto his toes, he hooked an arm around Zayne’s neck, pulling their mouths together. Grunting, Zayne wrapped an arm around Andrej’s middle, holding him tight against his body.
“That wasn’t fair,” Zayne muttered, dragging his teeth along the curve of Andrej’s lower lip. “Kinda love the idea of you playing dirty.”
“I am learning from the king,” he teased, nipping at Zayne’s ear.
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(I couldn't resist this gif since Blake's about 5" taller than Adam.)
Kiss
All things considered; Andrej wasn’t a small man. He stood well over six foot in his stocking feet, making him taller than most of the people he knew, James included. However, when compared to his partner, he felt like a child.
Zayne had at least two inches on him in height, many more than that in the width of his shoulders. Tall, broad, and strong, that was the Texan in a nutshell. It was one of the reasons why Andrej had fallen so hard for him, too. He radiated this aura of protectiveness, of safety, that had drawn Andrej in. And then that damn cocky smile had grabbed him and held him hostage.
Tilting his head upwards, he saw that smile again, although it was more seductive than cocky now. Those green eyes he adored so much watched him, waited. It wasn’t like Zayne to wait for anything. If he saw something he liked, he took it, acted as if he owned it, and yet… he watched Andrej with an intensity that set his soul on fire.
Andrej licked his lips, decision made. Lifting up onto his toes, he hooked an arm around Zayne’s neck, pulling their mouths together. Grunting, Zayne wrapped an arm around Andrej’s middle, holding him tight against his body.
“That wasn’t fair,” Zayne muttered, dragging his teeth along the curve of Andrej’s lower lip. “Kinda love the idea of you playing dirty.”
“I am learning from the king,” he teased, nipping at Zayne’s ear.
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(I couldn't resist this gif since Blake's about 5" taller than Adam.)
