👅 – giving them a love bite on the shoulder | TF’s Joji to Charles in the FWB thing mentioned bc I guess we’re going for this oh goodness

{ Nonverbal Starters } 

The slight pinching sensation at his shoulder as teeth sank against his flesh brought a smile to Charles’ lips even as familiar arms snaked about his waist. This was a new sort of arrangement, but there was little to it that was not welcome or enjoyable. Joji’s silent manners of initiating tended to shift the brewing storms of oncoming bad moods rather elegantly, though Charles would never own to that. 

Shifting, Charles turned in the other man’s hold – a feat made simple by the fact Joji was wise enough to never try to pin or capture, and was generally quite malleable to whatever happened to be required at any given moment. Stained hands gripped the other’s hips to make it clear this was no rejection, ink from the tedious task of book keeping still clinging to prints more suited to hard labour than the more delicate task of holding a quill.

“Is this what you’ve been lingering for, or are you simply letting me know it’s time to leave the rest to Jack?” He never expected Joji to reply in any verbal sense – was quite used to inquiring into the air between them and marveling at how much the man could tell him without a word. Sometimes though – sometimes he had no fucking idea what the man was trying to tell him, and it was damn near maddening. Especially when, for all he knew, the man wasn’t saying anything at all – literally and figuratively. 

But it worked, this silence, and Charles often found he didn’t mind it at times like these, when he was pulling the Easterner close to him and leaning down to taste the skin of his neck. This was something neither one of them needed to communicate too much in – and perhaps that was why they enjoyed each other so.