too gay

[flowerofviridian]

Touch was important, Vinnie had found. It had always been easy between them, when they were friends, but it wasn't until he had grown more comfortable and had more opportunities that he started to figure out just how tactile Bulba could be. Touchy feely was certainly a thing, but it was becoming more and more apparent just how easily the blonde could be coaxed into reacting this way or that. It was a dance he was learning the steps to, usually by accident.

As far as he could tell, there was not a bit of him that didn't lead to something. If Vinnie wanted to hear that pleased little hum that Bulba often did, all he had to do was ruffle the soft gold of his hair. Gliding his hand over his cheek and grazing those small spots beneath his eye would always win him a nuzzle into the touch, and sometimes the pleasant feeling of Bulba's rough fingers wrapping around his own. There was a sweet spot at the base of Bulba's ears that always turned him into a puddle, and Vinnie could swear that on more than one occassion he'd caught his boyfriend goddamn purring. (They weren't supposed to purr?)

Those things were like cheating, though. He knew he wasn't the only one that had gotten similar reactions. There were smaller things, things he was confident only he had really stumbled upon. Like how Bulba shivered from head to toe if he ran a finger up his back. (He'd gotten punched for that one, but the pout was secretly worth it.) He'd giggle if Vinnie bumped noses with him. He'd laugh until he was breathless and doubled over if Vinnie skirted his fingers up his sides, which was a terrible weapon he'd stumbled upon one evening. That'd also resulted in pouting until he was kissed breathless instead, always chasing after him for another small when their lips parted.

If he slipped an arm around the younger saur, a warm spring's day would fill his arms as Bulba would cozy up against him without fail, all sunshine and sweet smelling flowers. Bulba would wrap his arms up around Vinnie's shoulders and smile up at him in just that way. Vinnie could chuckle in his ear and the blonde would bury his face in his neck, laughing and complaining that it tickled.

He liked the discoveries. He liked the way they started to feel familiar in his hands the more he found them, the more he watched them.

It felt a lot like coming home.