*And he laughs softly at that, biting Kristoph lightly, just below his ear, breathing in the smell of his shampoo and committing it to memory.
He twines one hand into his hair, supporting Kristoph's head with his fingers; the other sliding slowly down Kristoph's chest, fingers mapping their way down his ribs and across his stomach.
Hooking the waistband of Kristoph's pants, he returns the favour, deftly opening the button and slowly pulling down the zip; fingers slipping just inside, as his mouth seeks out Kristoph's once more.
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He twines one hand into his hair, supporting Kristoph's head with his fingers; the other sliding slowly down Kristoph's chest, fingers mapping their way down his ribs and across his stomach.
Hooking the waistband of Kristoph's pants, he returns the favour, deftly opening the button and slowly pulling down the zip; fingers slipping just inside, as his mouth seeks out Kristoph's once more.