[He lets himself be touched, be held, shifting a bit to press his hands against the front of Kravitz' chest. Sure, he could put one around his neck and actually like, help, but also no. It's been a long day and he wants things. It's been a long day and he wants to-- to feel vulnerable, but in a way that makes it okay. In a way Kravitz can make it okay.
He mutters into the front of his chest, ears drooped low, and presses a bit insistently, like a cat never quite satisfied with the amount of attention he's receiving.]
Damn right.
[And he lets himself close his eyes and doze, stealing just a small bit of safety from the world in his boyfriend's arms.]
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He mutters into the front of his chest, ears drooped low, and presses a bit insistently, like a cat never quite satisfied with the amount of attention he's receiving.]
Damn right.
[And he lets himself close his eyes and doze, stealing just a small bit of safety from the world in his boyfriend's arms.]