Date: 2020-05-21 04:27 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] almostking
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"Then you're mine for a few hours," Holland murmurs and catches Kells mouth in a warmer kiss than before. That had been teeth and desperation. This was an entirely different breed of hunger. It was the warmth that he wanted to wrap around him. Things that said he wanted to sleep beside him for a time and not worry about their Londons. Didn't want to worry about anyone else.

He reached down beside his hip on the bed where he had deposited a bottle of lube before he had gotten rid of his own pants. He nosed along the others jaw, nibbled along his neck and rose up again for another kiss while he busied his fingers with opening the bottle, spreading some of it onto his fingers and reaching down between them to brush his fingers fully against the younger mans entrance; light strokes to coat him but not enough pressure to penetrate.
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