[Atem's figured out by now that Ryou is a seize-the-moment kind of guy. He has pieced together that it's very likely because Ryou spent a lot of important moments in terrible pain, which isn't great, and that a lot of things in Ryou's life didn't last, which is also not great, but it does mean Atem respects that Ryou has already weighed his hangover against his desire to kiss, if kissing is what he's doing. He'll take what he wants, rather than wait.
So, Atem doesn't act like Ryou's mother. Instead, he shifts so that he's facing Ryou more completely, and he floats an inch or so up so that his back-wings can pull themselves free from anywhere they're pinned between him and the couch, and they wrap around Ryou's back, big and gold and warm.
It's easy to not think of anything at all, like this. The taste in his mouth, the hand on his chest, feeling his heart -- his heart, beating and alive -- makes him feel molten again, warm and relaxed, all his hard edges melting away.
They're going to make out a little. One of Atem's hands is going to drift down to take hold of Ryou's jaw, and the other is going to get deep in his double-coat hair, close to the scalp, his thumb catching the base of one ear by accident as the rest of his fingers stroke and wind it. The kiss is going to break, and Atem's going to plant little kisses along Ryou's jaw, and murmur--]
You're beautiful.
[--without any shame at all against the side of Ryou's neck, above the collar. Why shouldn't he say it? It's true. Ryou looks beautiful, he feels beautiful, his heart's beautiful. For once it's in a language they both speak, but the tone's going to be familiar, used for similar but less intelligible endearments.]
teen monster makeouts itt, sfw but pg13
So, Atem doesn't act like Ryou's mother. Instead, he shifts so that he's facing Ryou more completely, and he floats an inch or so up so that his back-wings can pull themselves free from anywhere they're pinned between him and the couch, and they wrap around Ryou's back, big and gold and warm.
It's easy to not think of anything at all, like this. The taste in his mouth, the hand on his chest, feeling his heart -- his heart, beating and alive -- makes him feel molten again, warm and relaxed, all his hard edges melting away.
They're going to make out a little. One of Atem's hands is going to drift down to take hold of Ryou's jaw, and the other is going to get deep in his double-coat hair, close to the scalp, his thumb catching the base of one ear by accident as the rest of his fingers stroke and wind it. The kiss is going to break, and Atem's going to plant little kisses along Ryou's jaw, and murmur--]
You're beautiful.
[--without any shame at all against the side of Ryou's neck, above the collar. Why shouldn't he say it? It's true. Ryou looks beautiful, he feels beautiful, his heart's beautiful. For once it's in a language they both speak, but the tone's going to be familiar, used for similar but less intelligible endearments.]