day 13 - height difference kiss (Thesival)
All things considered, Percival has no particular complex, personality or physique-wise; people respect him for his works and abilities that aren’t proportionately-related to his stature.
There is one such person, however, who has absolute disregard for his very-much-average size because the man himself is a uselessly giant buffoon who takes shameless advantage of it.
Like now, Theseus fucking Scamander driving him too far up the wall (figuratively, yes, but more importantly, literally) that his toes barely brush the floor.
“So we can be at eye-level with each other,” he says with a mischievous smile, then hardly allows a breath before smothering him.
At least, that’s what it seems like when lips, tongue, and teeth... attack him for lack of a better expression, taking the very air from his lungs and making his head spin from wet heat. Without any ground to stand on, he can only scrabble and grab weakly onto the very arms that hold him aloft by the waist until a strong thigh slots itself between his legs.
Theseus allows him to tear away with a gasp, and somehow he has the strength to bounce Percival up a little more for a better hold. They watch each other with already darkened eyes, breathing hard, and then with Theseus’s help, Percival wraps his legs around the other’s hips. Once settled more comfortably, he pulls his lover into the next kiss.
The secret is—known only to the both of them—it’s Percival’s advantage, too.