*He closes his eyes briefly at the feel of those lips moving against his ear, those fingers sliding slowly but insistently against his skin.
There's a slight hesitation, a shaky breath, then he slips his hands inside Kristoph's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. He lowers his head, pressing his lips against that pale skin, his mouth travelling from neck to shoulder, tracing a line with his tongue. The taste of him is still new enough that he takes his time to savour it all - cologne, sweat - the leather cord of his necklace.*
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There's a slight hesitation, a shaky breath, then he slips his hands inside Kristoph's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. He lowers his head, pressing his lips against that pale skin, his mouth travelling from neck to shoulder, tracing a line with his tongue. The taste of him is still new enough that he takes his time to savour it all - cologne, sweat - the leather cord of his necklace.*