3) kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
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Tin gasps himself awake, heart ready to thump right out of his chest, disoriented and with the ghost of all the years of pent-up loneliness he carries weighing down on him.
Can is on the other of the bed, blissfully asleep, and Tin doesn’t think twice about creeping closer to him, snuggling him up until he’s got his face hidden in Can’s neck and his body cradled up into Can’s arms. Can, bless his soul, doesn’t wake; he’s pliant as Tin settles against him, right until Tin is done moving, and then he hugs him and kisses his hair, still asleep but so in tune with Tin it makes him want to cry.
“Please, please, never let me go,” Tin whispers, a little hysterical, trying to make himself smaller in order to fit forever against Can’s side.
Slowly, gradually, with his lips pressed against Can’s throat and his nose full with Can’s scent, he drifts back to sleep, feeling safe.
It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still don’t really know. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. — Ryan O’Connell
Listen, there’s one major misconception that I’ve when I was at the beginning of the series (I don’t know about you but I was rooting for TinCan since episode one). I thought TinCan will have a raw energy, passionate, punch-in-the-gut kinda love story, considering their storyline is about enemies turn lovers trope. And I couldn’t be more wrong. Instead we got soft pecks on the cheeks, heartwarming dates and sickeningly sweet love confessions. I’m living for them right now.
5. Hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp OR 9. One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other (WHY NOT BOTH ANON?! Thank you for your compliments!)
There were several things Can had learned about Tin. Many of them personal, the stories of his youth, his time in the UK, about his brother, about his parents, and even about his nephew.
But there were also many things that Can had learned about Tin’s body. So when Can had pressed a soft kiss to Tin’s lips while he was napping, Can had barely pulled away before Tin had snapped awake and was rolling Can underneath him, kissing him like he was dying of thirst and Can’s saliva was the only water around for miles.
Tin refused to relent and Can could feel his lungs burning on just the wrong side of pleasurable. Instead of shoving Tin off, Can reached under Tin’s t-shirt and rubbed circles into the base of Tin’s spine. It was, for some bizarre reason, one of Tin’s hot spots and Tin broke their kiss with a moan and a gasp, shuddering on Can’s lap.
Desire for air fulfilled, Can reached up and pulled Tin back down, who was now more pliant and hungry than ever, grinding against Can who had clenched his fists in the back of Tin’s shirt.
It was the recipe that would make sure Can had a good night tonight and Tin had yet to be the wiser.
(In reality, Tin had known what Can was angling for and would have given him what he wanted anyway, but Can’s little seduction routine made him happy and Tin wasn’t about to burst that little bubble.)
The Last Good Bar 
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