affection meme. | accepting!
FRENCH KISS.
genji finds his head still spins when jesse watches him on the training range. his shuriken slip between his fingers when a round from peacekeeper whistles past his ear to strike dead center in the robot that has the unfortunate circumstance of being genji’s current pincushion.
he turns on a metal heel, scowls at the smug expression painting itself across jesse’s face, and lets the sharpened stars slide back into the grooves of his arm as he moves to the man’s side. there is frustration painting a young ninja’s face – both at jesse’s act and at his own incompetence when it came to making the same shot.
if his mind lingers on the last time they were this close, his lips tingle in a not entirely unpleasant way. it’s distracting, like the lingering taste of smoke that had pervaded is tongue after jesse had tilted his head back and kissed him like a longtime lover.
absentmindedly, he swipes his tongue across his tingling lip, chasing the taste again. there is smugness painted across jesse’s face and genji has to crane his neck to look at the man’s face and –
it is not difficult to slide his fingers in the front of jesse’s shirt and drag him down to crash their lips together once more. their teeth clack together in a sweet sensation of stinging pain and genji leans up on the tips of his toes, chasing the taste of bourbon that lingers on jesse’s tongue.
if he makes a tiny groan of a sound when jesse’s wide, warm hand settles on his lower back, he pays it no heed. it is swallowed into their kiss, after all, a mess of tongue and teeth that has genji leaning up against jesse.
when they separate, he is breathing hard, chest heaving in an attempt to flood air into his kiss-drunk head. he huffed softly, glaring minutely at the cowboy before stepping back sharply.
“ don’t steal my shots. i dislike the distractions. ”