[if Tonic liked being next to Tek, he loves being underneath him. he lounges back into it with a roll of his hips and a hungry sound, taking the chance to drink in the sight of his gorgeous partner while he has him looming there, eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips, and to his pale neck and collar framed perfectly in that dark shirt he's wearing.
and then Tek is on him again, and he finds himself exposing as much neck as he can, to invite whatever it is the other man has in store for the less-sensitive side of his neck. any numbness he feels there is made up for by the hand on him, though. that gets another groan out of him, even if he quickly tries to stifle the enthusiastic sound.
now he can't help but want to return the favor, sneaking those wandering fingers of his over the other man's skin and under the waistband of his clothes, hoping that another hand between them won't be unappreciated.]
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and then Tek is on him again, and he finds himself exposing as much neck as he can, to invite whatever it is the other man has in store for the less-sensitive side of his neck. any numbness he feels there is made up for by the hand on him, though. that gets another groan out of him, even if he quickly tries to stifle the enthusiastic sound.
now he can't help but want to return the favor, sneaking those wandering fingers of his over the other man's skin and under the waistband of his clothes, hoping that another hand between them won't be unappreciated.]