[He can relax a little, at least, at that assurance - and when Dimitri's hand brushes his jaw, and his heart jumps right back into his throat, it's a wholly different feeling.
He can already hardly process what Dimitri is saying-- or, well, he can, he knows Dimitri is complimenting him. But there's sort of a disconnect there, as always, like the words he's saying can't possibly apply to Grant, and hearing them sends giddiness and confusion both swirling and colliding in his head and chest.
Before he can sort any of that out enough to ask what brought this on, Dimitri kisses him, and all conscious thought stops short. He's not thinking about it when he lifts his hand to rest on the back of Dimitri's neck - too gently to hold him there, just twining his fingers in his hair - but it happens nonetheless, a woefully inadequate outward expression of the adoration overflowing in his chest.
The breath that Grant takes when Dimitri pulls away is a little deeper and shakier than he feels it should have to be, given how brief the kiss was, but the rapid pounding of his heart has other ideas.]
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He can already hardly process what Dimitri is saying-- or, well, he can, he knows Dimitri is complimenting him. But there's sort of a disconnect there, as always, like the words he's saying can't possibly apply to Grant, and hearing them sends giddiness and confusion both swirling and colliding in his head and chest.
Before he can sort any of that out enough to ask what brought this on, Dimitri kisses him, and all conscious thought stops short. He's not thinking about it when he lifts his hand to rest on the back of Dimitri's neck - too gently to hold him there, just twining his fingers in his hair - but it happens nonetheless, a woefully inadequate outward expression of the adoration overflowing in his chest.
The breath that Grant takes when Dimitri pulls away is a little deeper and shakier than he feels it should have to be, given how brief the kiss was, but the rapid pounding of his heart has other ideas.]
--Oh.