[ He reaches out to stroke the man's arm comfortingly. He doesn't answer the question that follows, though, just sort of nods, a hint of apprehension. ]
[ And then he carefully lifts himself off his chair so he can straddle Steve's instead, holding eye contact all the while but pausing once their lips are close enough to feel a ghost of a nervous breath coming through. ]
[His eyes slowly got wider as Yoon moved to straddle his lap, but he didn't make any moves to stop the boy. When he stopped they were close enough to kiss, but he continued to stare into Yoon's eyes, hands braced on the table just in case.]
As long as you're happy, I'm not going to be complaining to have you close Yoon. Even with all that stew in you, I can barely feel your weight on my lap. You can relax on me if you want. You'll never be too heavy.
[ He looks a little flustered. He's glad that Steve isn't stopping him, but also, being close is not the only reason he's doing this! Did he really think that maybe-confession would be the end of it without getting properly commemorated? ]
[ And so... he leans forward, closing the rest of that miniscule space between them, and presses his lips to Steve's. It's soft, somewhat chaste even, but an unmistakeable kiss rather than a friendly peck, especially with how long he holds it, hands on the other man's shoulders. ]
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[ He reaches out to stroke the man's arm comfortingly. He doesn't answer the question that follows, though, just sort of nods, a hint of apprehension. ]
[ And then he carefully lifts himself off his chair so he can straddle Steve's instead, holding eye contact all the while but pausing once their lips are close enough to feel a ghost of a nervous breath coming through. ]
I-is... is this okay?..
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As long as you're happy, I'm not going to be complaining to have you close Yoon. Even with all that stew in you, I can barely feel your weight on my lap. You can relax on me if you want. You'll never be too heavy.
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[ And so... he leans forward, closing the rest of that miniscule space between them, and presses his lips to Steve's. It's soft, somewhat chaste even, but an unmistakeable kiss rather than a friendly peck, especially with how long he holds it, hands on the other man's shoulders. ]
[ Was this okay, too? He was about to find out. ]