[ He hums back into the kiss; shivers as Larry brings his arms up around him, one down, touching a greater expanse of his body than before. Wrists were one thing. This is more to feel, literally.
It's not like he can press their bodies much closer together but hell, he doesn't want to lose this.
Amos brings his own arms up, around, letting his hands meet, one set of fingertips splayed just above the small of Larry's back, the other on it. When the kiss breaks he rests his forehead against Larry's, locks eyes, drinks in the moment, the preluding feeling. ]
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It's not like he can press their bodies much closer together but hell, he doesn't want to lose this.
Amos brings his own arms up, around, letting his hands meet, one set of fingertips splayed just above the small of Larry's back, the other on it. When the kiss breaks he rests his forehead against Larry's, locks eyes, drinks in the moment, the preluding feeling. ]