his eyes // johndave

and he looks up and pushes those shades away from the other's face, his hands brushing his soft cheeks as he lifts the glasses off--
and dave's eyes. they're cherry red, no, flame red, burning with heaps of passion and lust and john can't help but stare at the crying boy in front of him with those stunning, red eyes, and he thinks about how much he needs him, he needs the boy with those perfect eyes and the perfect smile. and god, dave needs john too.

// in which these two losers slowly fall for eachother. intended lowercase! i don't own homestuck, credits to go andrew hussie.