[ The feel of Larry's fingers wrapped around any part of his skin is a novelty each time, a beauty, soft and unlike anything he can recall in recent memory. That someone wants to be close to him, wants to hold onto him, is unwilling to let go.
He suppresses a sigh. Now's not the time to get wrapped up in his own head, not when someone wants something from him and he's more than capable of delivering. He can think about that shit later.
For now, be in the moment.
He moves into his space, pressing the length of his body right up against Larry's, and stops for just a second - just to really look, to breathe - before crashing his lips up against Larry's, more eager this time, forceful, waiting for him to come up for air first. ]
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He suppresses a sigh. Now's not the time to get wrapped up in his own head, not when someone wants something from him and he's more than capable of delivering. He can think about that shit later.
For now, be in the moment.
He moves into his space, pressing the length of his body right up against Larry's, and stops for just a second - just to really look, to breathe - before crashing his lips up against Larry's, more eager this time, forceful, waiting for him to come up for air first. ]