[ The fabric against his skin tickles a little; felt in the curve of his lips as they kiss. It's a little surprising in a good way, as he had been prepared to instigate. Receiving is still novel, but he's quickly come to like it more than he's realized.
And right now, there's not much room for thought besides. He lets the kiss linger just for a moment before pressing into another, deliberate and unhurried. His fingers against Wayne's chest curl inward in tandem, skin against fabric against skin. They seek just like the kiss, longingly and with purpose. He's been told to be himself, but the truth is, he's wanted more of this feeling since that night. ]
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And right now, there's not much room for thought besides. He lets the kiss linger just for a moment before pressing into another, deliberate and unhurried. His fingers against Wayne's chest curl inward in tandem, skin against fabric against skin. They seek just like the kiss, longingly and with purpose. He's been told to be himself, but the truth is, he's wanted more of this feeling since that night. ]