Leaning in to Kiss the Past Goodbye

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A/N: sorrry I mean to post this earlier oops! This is just the solidest romantic fluff btw I hope y'all can enjoy that shit! Just cute vibes all out haha. (They look like this all smiley and soft^^)

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There's somehow always been a sense of necessity where Alex is concerned. Miles has never quite been able to put his finger on it but it's there, not tangible but always present. It's like he always needs to say something or do something, like there's always time that needs to be made the most of or viewpoints that need getting across. Perhaps it's a remnant of years of missed moments, years of parting at the end of a day instead of continuing the evening together, years of being at a festival somewhere and knowing that just the day before or after their paths might've crossed. Whatever it is Miles is thankful because it's made him that bit more appreciative of the time they get together now. Long distance never did look good on him.

Right now Alex is warm and half dozing, eyes lids gently closed and none of his features strained. It's a rare, glorious sight and the lamp on Miles' bedside table casts a glow over his cheekbones to make him look even sweeter. He blinks his eyes open slowly and still he's so soft except now there's a little frown playing on his brow. And there's that necessity again that makes Miles reach out with delicate fingers to push aside his freshly washed, soft brown curls, just about holding back from actually smoothing his finger over those frown lines along his brow.

"What're you thinking of?" He murmurs instead, his own smile still present as he watches Alex close his eyes and breathe an unhurried, "nah it's stupid", blinking at Miles and smiling softly. He's just so warm and so lovely, Miles had been just about to drop a kiss on his forehead, turn out the lights and then curl around Alex and wait for sleep but he can't now.

"Tell me, love," he presses, shoving his nose against Alex's gently and he feels the boy exhale a little laugh, minty breath hitting his face as he rolls over slightly onto his back and opens his eyes properly again. His hair falls around him and Miles has to bite back some remark about how he looks angelic. Alex blushes so sweetly when he lays it on thick like that but now's not the time for basking in the glow of Alex's heated cheeks.

"Thinking 'bout you actually," he offers, making eye contact and smiling again but blushing all the same. Miles practically grins, hovers over him and can feel adoration dripping from his gaze as it flies from one perfect feature to another. From his deep, chocolatey brown eyes to his long lashes and from the blush spreading slowly at his cheekbone to his ever so lovely nose.

A little while ago he'd noticed these small dimples on either side of Alex's nose whenever he smiled widely enough and he couldn't get enough of them ever since. He'd save sharing that particular discovery for another time, right now he's too focussed on how Alex's adorable admission comes closely followed by a little sigh. Miles actually expects him to break eye contact, look away like he usually does when he's feeling cornered. Part of him feels as though he ought to back away but all he does is press closer, chances leaning down instead, palm cupping the lad's cheek so he can press a delicate little kiss to his forehead, a comfort he supposes.

"Al?" He presses lightly. Maybe it's the wrong time for it as Alex really had seemed so very sleepy. Still, he does want to get to the bottom of it, knows he'll sleep better if he does.

"You're just... so sure of yourself and I'm... I dunno... not?" He tails off and gives a little laugh as though he knows that the sentence itself is case in point. Miles actually scoffs though, for all the underlying truth written into the frown lines on Alex's forehead there's that mischievous sparkle in his eye that tells Miles there's nothing too deep there in terms of worry, that perhaps he's being baited just a little here.

Alex lies there, looking so lovely, clean and fresh and with this little smile that has Miles fighting a near overwhelming urge to tickle him, he does go so especially sweet when Miles scrabbles his fingers across his belly; he'll smile wide, eyes creasing at the corners as he gasps and begs for mercy with the neediest little pleads, tears in his eyes and cheeks reddening when weird little noises make their way from his throat.