[It feels like things have come to a grinding halt. No, it's more abrupt than that. It's more like a head-on collision into a wall. That's what it's like when Caesar puts his hand over Joseph's because for a moment, Joseph thinks maybe that's it. Maybe somewhere in the span of a few seconds when Joseph unwittingly crossed a line, Caesar's not necessarily changed his mind, but he wants to step back from this because he wants to think. The last thing he wants right now is Caesar thinking too hard on any of this, but there's not much he can do about it if that is the case.]
[Caesar starts trying to clarify and Joseph does his best to listen. It's difficult because his heart is still beating fast in his ears and he really wants to kiss Caesar even if they have to stop the rest of it, at least a few more times. But maybe they don't have to stop. That's the second thought to follow because Caesar's not taking Joseph's hand away and — oh they're kissing again. Joseph's not as quick to start kissing back and is almost a little hesitant in the way he returns it as it's starting to settle in what Caesar's saying.]
[...They're still in the kitchen, aren't they? Yep. Sure are.]
[Well.]
Okay, [he breathes.]
[Joseph's hand turns over in Caesar's to hold onto it as his other hand leaves the counter to hold Caesar's face instead. He doesn't make any immediate motion to start heading towards the bedroom, choosing to instead kiss Caesar. He wants to make up for the delay, the subtle panic that maybe Caesar was saying something he ended up not saying at all. Kisses seem to be the best way to do that. So, that's how Joseph chooses to lead Caesar out of the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. Joseph's hand slips down from Caesar's cheek, fingers grazing and curling along his neck until they reach the front of his shirt and give him a tug to follow.]
[For once, he's grateful for the lack of furniture and clutter in the apartment. Otherwise, he'd have to actually turn around and pay more attention to where he's headed. Instead, he can focus on keeping the kisses between them teasing.]
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[Caesar starts trying to clarify and Joseph does his best to listen. It's difficult because his heart is still beating fast in his ears and he really wants to kiss Caesar even if they have to stop the rest of it, at least a few more times. But maybe they don't have to stop. That's the second thought to follow because Caesar's not taking Joseph's hand away and — oh they're kissing again. Joseph's not as quick to start kissing back and is almost a little hesitant in the way he returns it as it's starting to settle in what Caesar's saying.]
[...They're still in the kitchen, aren't they? Yep. Sure are.]
[Well.]
Okay, [he breathes.]
[Joseph's hand turns over in Caesar's to hold onto it as his other hand leaves the counter to hold Caesar's face instead. He doesn't make any immediate motion to start heading towards the bedroom, choosing to instead kiss Caesar. He wants to make up for the delay, the subtle panic that maybe Caesar was saying something he ended up not saying at all. Kisses seem to be the best way to do that. So, that's how Joseph chooses to lead Caesar out of the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. Joseph's hand slips down from Caesar's cheek, fingers grazing and curling along his neck until they reach the front of his shirt and give him a tug to follow.]
[For once, he's grateful for the lack of furniture and clutter in the apartment. Otherwise, he'd have to actually turn around and pay more attention to where he's headed. Instead, he can focus on keeping the kisses between them teasing.]