[ He responds without thinking about it, his tone of voice half a whine, half a mutter. Everything is too hot: the friction, the mouth against his, the clothes wrapping his body, the air around the two of them, his own breath, the ache slowly building inside of him. It's too hot, but he resumes the kiss anyway. It's more heat, but it's distracting, and it's what he's aching for.
He doesn't know what he'd do except continue kissing. ]
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[ He responds without thinking about it, his tone of voice half a whine, half a mutter. Everything is too hot: the friction, the mouth against his, the clothes wrapping his body, the air around the two of them, his own breath, the ache slowly building inside of him. It's too hot, but he resumes the kiss anyway. It's more heat, but it's distracting, and it's what he's aching for.
He doesn't know what he'd do except continue kissing. ]