[Crais is okay with this. No, he’s into it and that’s what the part of his mind not melting needs. That wandering hand slips under his shirt and he only presses closer for the touch, his knee pressing up between Crais’ legs to pin him further.
He does move one hand up to curl along Crais’ neck, there’s no pressure in it, but it’s present as his tongue delves into every corner he can find.
When he finally breaks away, it’s with a nip to Crais’ lips, like he didn’t quite know if he was done kissing him yet.]
Hope you’ve lube handy, cause I want to fuck you into this wall.
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He does move one hand up to curl along Crais’ neck, there’s no pressure in it, but it’s present as his tongue delves into every corner he can find.
When he finally breaks away, it’s with a nip to Crais’ lips, like he didn’t quite know if he was done kissing him yet.]
Hope you’ve lube handy, cause I want to fuck you into this wall.