[The press of their bodies is like the night of the party, his chest on Paul’s exploratory hands now gone still. And yet, he can now point out what is different in the way Paul’s hands move with purpose and more familiarity. A deep yearning instead of fumbling need.]
Yes. We’ve only just started.
[He whispers back, an upwards pitch in his voice noticeable at the swirling touch. He leans forward, shifting his hips as he does, to press his lips against Paul’s.]
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Yes. We’ve only just started.
[He whispers back, an upwards pitch in his voice noticeable at the swirling touch. He leans forward, shifting his hips as he does, to press his lips against Paul’s.]