first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don't show, but it's hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it's so hard to breathe. you're suffocating daily.
Troye's hand gripped Connor's wrist, creating a fire under Connor's skin. The ashes, it seemed, were making it hard to breathe. Connor's breath hitched audibly, his breathing becoming more uneven.
"You okay there, Con?" the blue-eyed boy asked with a wide grin.
"Y-yeah," Connor replied breathlessly. Troye's touch sent sparks through Connor's body. It was electric, and he was on fire every time Troye's shoulder brushed against him, every time Troye's hand gripped his wrist to pull him along, and every time their legs pressed together. Whatever form of contact left Connor's skin alight, despite the fact that it was purely platonic. The slightest touch was enough to leave Connor breathless. Troye was the only person who made him feel that way, the one thing that could set him on fire with the slightest touch.
first. you can't resist the urge to touch him. he's like a drug, no one ever warned you that you could be addicted to his soft, warm skin. you can't free yourself of the need for him. you can't shake your addiction, you're constantly searching for your next fix.
Troye's hand gripped Connor's wrist, making the other boy's face flush and breathing become uneven. Connor's soft skin under his hand. Troye felt like he could breathe again, he felt free. All he could focus on was the boy in front of him.
"You okay there, Con?" he asked, flashing Connor a grin. The way Connor's face flushed even redder made his heart flutter in his chest.
"Y-yeah," Connor replied. His green eyes were glistening, his gaze fixed on Troye's grip on his wrist.
Troye couldn't help but be reluctant to let go, his fingers lingering on Connor's skin before he pulled his hand away. He constantly wanted to be close to Connor, constantly yearning the feeling of Connor's head on his shoulder, the sound of Connor's breathing hitching ever-so-slightly when Troye touched him, the warm feeling of his skin under the pads of Troye's fingers. Connor was his drug, the one thing he couldn't live without.
