[a soft chuckle at Miles' words was smothered out by his lips, his hand in his hair and he was being pulled toward the bed with as much grace as he could manage.
The warm hand pulling him close against him was matched with his own, slipping under his shirt, his nails scratching at his back lightly. He matches the kiss as best he can, forceful and hungry, and he runs the tip of his tongue softly against Miles' lips, drinking in the smoky warmth of him]
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The warm hand pulling him close against him was matched with his own, slipping under his shirt, his nails scratching at his back lightly. He matches the kiss as best he can, forceful and hungry, and he runs the tip of his tongue softly against Miles' lips, drinking in the smoky warmth of him]