[ easier is right. alby's hands are big and he can basically feel him cupping his entire face, callouses and all--for all of their differences, the size is by far the most striking. newt's a tall guy, always has been, but he's very much knowledgeable of the fact that he's also kind of scrawny. compared to albert--alby--he's practically a waif.
but there's not a lot of time to think about that.
the contrast of his hands and the softness of his mouth makes newt's eyes flutter a little, and he shuts them when they make contact; there's a surge of warmth in his chest and his hands come down to rest on alby's hips instead, small fingers spreading across the bone as he leans into the kiss, soft and faint at first.
at first, anyway. there's another press, and then another, and then newt is shifting a little forward into his hands, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]
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but there's not a lot of time to think about that.
the contrast of his hands and the softness of his mouth makes newt's eyes flutter a little, and he shuts them when they make contact; there's a surge of warmth in his chest and his hands come down to rest on alby's hips instead, small fingers spreading across the bone as he leans into the kiss, soft and faint at first.
at first, anyway. there's another press, and then another, and then newt is shifting a little forward into his hands, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ]