Fics like the lightning from your lips

with all the lights flicked off, the only glow comes from the street light outside, hues of mellow oranges and bright whites, lighting their skin in odd, refracted shadows. the breath ben exhales past callum’s lips is shaky, the same shakiness that rests in his fingers when they find callum’s hips, curling into the small of his back, pressing closer. ben is holding on so tightly to him, and he tastes like bitter coffee and sugar, smells like the subtleness of cologne after a hard days work and fresh air. it’s familiar, and that familiarity makes callum’s knees go weak when ben pulls him away from the wall, shirts and jeans long discarded when they stumble down onto the bed, hands clasped and pupils blown. or, a continuation of everyone's favourite episode (25/10/19)

Fics like the lightning from your lips

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