misdirect me [kira]

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism had fallen into Kira when there was nothing else left. The man found himself wishing desperately that it hadn't been like this... that he hadn't just been playing YE first time. Then again...he knew what just playing could lead to. Just playing was never just playing. Makism knew. Better than anyone he knew.

"It should be a lot of moments." The man is groggy as he speaks, sighing gently. He drifts off to sleep without a care in the world. It's beautiful. He adores it. It's not for a long while that he wakes, and when he does he simply leans farther into Kira. Nothing needs to move until his stomach rumbles loudly, bringing a bit of an embarrassment to the Russian man's cheeks. Well shit.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira slept soundly, curled up against the taller Russian man. He stirred at faint movement, the growl of Makism's stomach causing a grin to cross his face. He chuckled sleepily, rubbing groggily at his eyes. "Hungry?" He teased, wrinkling his nose. Fingers danced over Makism's arm, smiling.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism doesn't mind, for once, that he's fallen asleep and woken up with someone... someone that wasn't him. It's better, come to think of it, this way. The young man can't help but relish the way it feels to have someone's arms around him. Kira has strong arms, a deep chest, and he adores it. A thrill rocks through his belly as he feels the man's fingers on his skin and he adores that too. "A bit." The Russian mean leans up, kissing Kira's nose. Yes, this is what warmth comes with. Honestly, he'd rather just continue to cuddle. Starved for attention, much?

[kira shain romonov]

"Don't be sad." Lips brushed gently across that defined jaw. "Some of the best things come from the cold." He wrapped an arm around the taller Russian, breaths soft. He was searching for warmth in the blankets, and offering it with his body heat.
"Smething about you is so lost and broken.. Tell me how to fix it."

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism shivers slightly as he feels Kira simply... simply everywhere. The young man's touch is gentle, and he's going to savor that. His jaw tips into the kiss, arms wrapping around Kira's neck. The green eyed boy is warm and tender, something you don't see all that often. "I would tell you if I knew... I wish I did." The young man shivers softly, forehead resting on his shoulder. "If there was anyone that could do it, you could." There's a soft pleading, a clinging. His voice drops, Makism's eyes at half mast as he peers up gently at the man. "If you're willing to try."

[kira shain romonov]

"Of course I am." Kira smirked faintly. "I got all the time in the world and no place to go." He patted his chest, searching Makism's face.
"You know, my twin was the only one who could ever fix our little brother. I'm glad I never told him he was adopted." He reached up to play with the Russian's hair. "Penny for your thoughts?"

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism sneezes softly as the man's hand find his face, sniffling. Another shiver crashes over the young man's body, but this one is far more gentle. He's just close to someone right now, and it feels good. A foreign feeling, but one no less. "I never actually planned on liking you this much... it's weird. I like it." Makism leans over, kissing the back of Kira's hand with a sight.

[kira shain romonov]

"Our heads and our hearts always seem to be at war. We want what he can't have, and we have what we never dreamed we might want." He kissed his jaw tenderly. "My little brother told me that.. It's hard for me to fall in love, trust. Being mean is so much easier.."

[makism vandik tarasov]

The words bring the Russian man's heart to his throat. His head is spinning, body bowing closer to Kira's. His face is well hidden, but the recognition is written all over it. "Do you..." Makism trails off... there's a question he wants to ask, but he fends it off. Instead, he picks up in a different spot than where he left off. "Trust me, I mean." It wasn't at all what he meant.