[He has just enough restraint through even breaths to calmly walk through the door and vaguely find a table to set the bag on once it's tied.
Then he whirls on Crais, hands coming up to fist in his shirt as Chris bears down on him to slam their lips together. It's not pretty or elegant or at all gentle, but he still groans slightly into it. Even that much helps.
He takes a step, his intention to push Crais into the wall, if he can.]
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Then he whirls on Crais, hands coming up to fist in his shirt as Chris bears down on him to slam their lips together. It's not pretty or elegant or at all gentle, but he still groans slightly into it. Even that much helps.
He takes a step, his intention to push Crais into the wall, if he can.]