"The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Evan is a sensible bastard. Rules of the universe, Babe." At least rules of his universe. Things he can count on to always be real and true no matter if he's lost in some kind of hell of his mind's making or whatever he's left to muddle his way through. He's not alone. He's here, he's got North-
The mess in his head can wait. For, like, ever as far as he cares he's got a very warm and very interested man bearing down on him. He'll check back with his neuroses after this is over. If it's over.
Protip: It won't ever be over.
York tips his knees apart obligingly, not a lick of shame in him in the slightest. He wants, North is giving, so move. He doesn't think about anything but that mouth on his skin, those hands in his hair, returning the touches and kisses as best he can from his angle. It doesn't always work and that damn teasing bruise makes his hips twitch up hard. "So fucking sorry, Ev, better start apologizing before I think you don't like me much."
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The mess in his head can wait. For, like, ever as far as he cares he's got a very warm and very interested man bearing down on him. He'll check back with his neuroses after this is over. If it's over.
Protip: It won't ever be over.
York tips his knees apart obligingly, not a lick of shame in him in the slightest. He wants, North is giving, so move. He doesn't think about anything but that mouth on his skin, those hands in his hair, returning the touches and kisses as best he can from his angle. It doesn't always work and that damn teasing bruise makes his hips twitch up hard. "So fucking sorry, Ev, better start apologizing before I think you don't like me much."