Soulmates - Salvis

XIX : Wholehearted

WHOLEHEARTED
(there will be making out and possibly spice in this.. just a little warning..)

Travis felt so excited, yet so terrible. He couldn't help but worry, and overthink to much to if Sal felt pressured into doing something he truly didn't want to do, this seemed like a true fear after all.

Sal slowly unbuckled the straps on his prosthetic that caused it to hook across his head, letting out a trembled exhale, as it came fully off, his face open to the world.

Travis couldn't help but admire, he stood there without saying a word, only causing Sal's panic and distress to grow even more, he stumbled on his words, wanting something to come out already, yet only sounds of hesitation. Tears brimmed in his eyes, "I'm sorry." Was all he could get out.

"Hey, hey, why're you sorry?" Travis suddenly asked, concerned, breaking out of the trance he had been put in, his attention now towards the apologetic boy in front of him.

Sal shook his head, currently not able to find the words to express how he felt, "I'm sorry I look like this." Tears ran down his scarred face, clear as daylight.

"Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for. This doesn't change anything, I still love you, I still care for you, and I still think you're beautiful." He had been too blinded by the love for his personality, that he doesn't even care about how he looks, he's still very beautiful to him, inside and out.

"Really?" Sal asked after a moment of shock, his whole life he'd been wanting to be loved, to be touched, to be kissed, for anyone to not care about how he looks, and after a lot of self hatred and doubt, he finally got it.

Travis nodded in response, his attention being dragged over towards his lips, "Can I kiss you?" He asked almost hesitantly, remembering how he was able to tell Sal was hesitant about their almost kiss earlier that day.

Sal quickly nodded, giving permission for their first kiss. Travis slowly leaned in, his hands going to cup Sal's face, feeling his face heat up intensely once he felt their lips touch.

He felt Sal's hands slowly wrap around his waist, resting gently on his lower back, above his hips.

The two pulled away after a few seconds, both clearly flustered in exchange.

This time, Sal was the one to initiate the kiss, almost slamming his lips into the other's. Both had evidently grown more confident and comfortable with their situation.

Their hands' positions had changed, Sal's hands wrapped around Travis neck, which felt almost tightened, and Travis's hands sitting delicately idle upon Sal's hips, pulling him closer.

Their lips had began to move, the moment just gaining intensity the more it went on. They both felt so touch deprived, neither had been loved, or touched like this before, and it felt heavenly.

They both love physical touch, it could even be considered as their love language, yet only accept it when it comes from each other.

Their breathing had quickened, their grips becoming even tighter, Sal couldn't help but push himself against the other, their hormones flying through the roof, both feeling addicted to the new feeling.

As soon as Sal had opened his mouth to include a new kind of context into the kiss, Travis had poked his tongue inside, intertwining it with Sal's, causing a gasp to erupt from Sal's mouth.

"Travis.." Sal breathed out, pulling away in a pant, a clear, and a surprisingly attractive sight for Travis, "yeah?"

"I love you." Sal had purely confessed for the second time, holding onto Travis's shoulders tightly.