*And he watches Kristoph remove his jacket, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders; barely even noticing the cooler air on his arms before he closes the gap between them, placing his left hand along Kristoph's jaw.
And then he pauses for a moment, looking up at him, slightly out of breath.*
Halt die Klappe.
*And he returns the smirk as he runs his thumb softly across Kristoph's lips, tracing the shape of them, then covering them with his own; strong fingers curling into Kristoph's neck, pulling him down into the kiss as stray tendrils of hair brush his face.
His other hand slips between them, working roughly at the buttons on Kristoph's shirt - sliding inside it, pulling him close and towards the bed; Kristoph's skin smooth and soft under his hand; the warmth of his body replacing the warmth of the fire.*
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And then he pauses for a moment, looking up at him, slightly out of breath.*
Halt die Klappe.
*And he returns the smirk as he runs his thumb softly across Kristoph's lips, tracing the shape of them, then covering them with his own; strong fingers curling into Kristoph's neck, pulling him down into the kiss as stray tendrils of hair brush his face.
His other hand slips between them, working roughly at the buttons on Kristoph's shirt - sliding inside it, pulling him close and towards the bed; Kristoph's skin smooth and soft under his hand; the warmth of his body replacing the warmth of the fire.*