[ The music is the last thing on Alec's mind, as well. His senses are filled with Henry, his scent, his taste, the sudden warmth of their bodies pressing together, and the hand at the back of his neck. He's been spoiling himself, stealing little kisses from Henry when it pleases him, but nothing quite compares to this kiss, this moment.
Eventually, the static sound of the radio smooths out, becomes something recognizable by slow degrees. It isn't distracting, really. On the contrary, it feels like it belongs here.
After a long moment, Alec pulls away, keeps his face a whisper away from Henry's as his mouth curves. ]
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Eventually, the static sound of the radio smooths out, becomes something recognizable by slow degrees. It isn't distracting, really. On the contrary, it feels like it belongs here.
After a long moment, Alec pulls away, keeps his face a whisper away from Henry's as his mouth curves. ]
Now I know this one didn't come from me.
[ The song, he means. ]