drink with me to days gone by

The comfort was undeniable, which in itself only made him more perturbed. He tried to shrug the feeling off his shoulders, but found that it was an arm draped heavily across his back. He turned his head slowly to see a silhouette on the bed beside him, a small crack in the curtain casting an eerie sliver of moonlight across the bare skin of the sleeping boy alongside him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and his lips as he leaned forward and let them brush against the warm, pale skin beside him— slow, wet kisses that trailed along a shoulder, collarbone, jaw.

( He paused when he reached the lips, licking his own before bringing them down softly... )