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sebastian moran. ([personal profile] moriartysimp) wrote in [personal profile] codenamem 2021-03-28 06:15 am (UTC)

[ There is a smile that Albert probably feels in their messy kisses. It starts as soon as Albert starts to run his hands over his chest. He wonders if their connection is what told him that is where he is sensitive. One wouldn't think so with all the scars that he has over it, but he does like it when he's touched there.

His breath grows warmer, hotter, as Albert runs his hands over him; there is the sentiment -- the desire -- of having him touch him more. It makes his movements with his hand a little accidentally sloppy. His hand pausing in how it's moving in and out, preparing him, to pause to hold where it is as he pants against his mouth.

Moran slowly sliding his fingers out. He leans in to kiss Albert yet again; his real hand clinging onto his hip and digging his fingers in. Touch me. His artificial hand dipping down to start to undo his pants, kicking them off once free. He feels his own body yielding to Albert; to every touch and soft wish.

He locates the bottle again to smear and coat the same contents on him. Drawing himself back, he presses the tip of his arousal against Albert, and pauses. This is -- we're really messy people, aren't we? ]


Would you be troubled if I said I loved you?

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