Hi anon! Hope you see this and don’t mind me using human names!
Alfred asked, how thoughtful of him, really!, he asked if he really wanted, he said that he remembered the first time they kissed -I know it was… awkward, Toris, but- but he wanted to give it a second chance, only if he wanted, of course!, and Toris just, he just—
Toris smiles and bits his lower lip when Alfred kisses his shoulder, completely breaking his train of thought. He’s not a great kisser, he always makes his teeth clash with his and moves too fast, presses too hard; but Toris likes the feel of his mouth against his skin, warm and damp. He also likes how his cheeks are still rough and not shaved and the way he fiddles with his belt buckle, with a single hand because he’s caressing and softly tugging at his hair with the other while he kisses him, again, on the mouth.
“You’re great, Toris”, he murmurs between kisses, glasses crooked on his nose and all. “Really. You’re fantastic.”
Alfred shirt is wrinkled but still completely buttoned up and tucked in his pants, almost childish, like the way he kisses both his cheeks when he finally unbuckles his belt, the soft metallic click and the rushed rustle of the not actual leather making Toris press his lips together and Alfred’s heart to almost skip a beat. Toris chuckles at Alfred’s cheeks, so red they clash nicely with his eyes.
“So you’re sure? We can do this?”, he sounds, really, he does!, he sounds so cheerful it makes Toris calm, never mind his heavy breathing and his disheveled hair.
“Yes”, and again, yes, he’s careful enough not to let that please roll out his lips.