( The whisper feels teasing - unfairly so. He moves against him - longing, wanting, yet embarrassed to say what he wants. He's so hard, achingly so. It all feels so overwhelmingly sweet and intoxicating to him. Perhaps if he had more confidence, he would've attempted to take control.
His hands move then, cupping the other's cheeks, not letting up on his hold otherwise. He closes this distance between them - pressing one, two kisses against lips - hungry and needy.
He wants this, he wants him. )
I--
I... want to be touched. I-I want to touch you, too.
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His hands move then, cupping the other's cheeks, not letting up on his hold otherwise. He closes this distance between them - pressing one, two kisses against lips - hungry and needy.
He wants this, he wants him. )
I--
I... want to be touched. I-I want to touch you, too.