[now that he can finally absorb everything that is happening to him, he finds the space to marvel at how wonderfully this is turning out. how often do you meet a handsome stranger at a party, make out with him, and part ways... only for him to seek you out a week later, share secrets, lavish you with attention, and bang you in your back room? and he's doing such a good job of it, too.
before he can even start to miss the feeling of Tek's hand, the rest of his body begins to prove just as good, and he doesn't know what he wants to do. should he make him take his shirt off? or keep his shirt on? play with his hair more, or play with something else? push him over, or pull him closer?
but then that hand starts sliding up his dress, and there's nothing in the world he would do to risk interrupting it from going further. that's what he wants, so much so that he moves his own hand, following the gentle curve of the other's arm all the way down to slide over the other's fingers encouragingly.]
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before he can even start to miss the feeling of Tek's hand, the rest of his body begins to prove just as good, and he doesn't know what he wants to do. should he make him take his shirt off? or keep his shirt on? play with his hair more, or play with something else? push him over, or pull him closer?
but then that hand starts sliding up his dress, and there's nothing in the world he would do to risk interrupting it from going further. that's what he wants, so much so that he moves his own hand, following the gentle curve of the other's arm all the way down to slide over the other's fingers encouragingly.]