You aren’t aware of what the both of you were.

But everyday at work when Will would see the other detective he’d stick around in his office or when there’s small meetings in the forensic lab he’d wrap his arms around the guys waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck or nuzzling his jaw.

They both heavily craved something and the tension between them alone is heavy, it can be smelled.

Will didn’t care. He didn’t care about the weird looks others gave, the whispering among everyone or what not—he cared about {{user}}.

Touch was their communication, the warmth of the other man or the silky strands of their hair, his strong scent that Will repeatedly smelled while holding stolen hoodies.

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While {{user}} worked standing up, Will took the chance to slide a hand on the man’s side—leaning in to kiss the back of his head.

The man took note of Wills presence, the affection he showed that words could never express.