*And he submits to the bite, and to the kiss, and to those fingers sliding across his body; to manicured nails leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as they graze his skin until it's almost more than he can stand.
And then he pulls back, getting to his feet and resting his hands on Kristoph's shoulders for few moments; just watching him and breathing hard, his thumbs absently massaging at Kristoph's skin.
Finally he looks down, lowering himself to his knees and resting back on his heels. He lifts Kristoph's feet, one after the other, resting them on his thighs as he removes his socks, slowly and gently.
And then he does raise his eyes, kneeling up, his hands on Kristoph's knees. He pushes Kristoph's legs apart a little, sliding his hands up the outside seams of his pants, slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the other man's face. Hooking his fingers firmly into the waistband of pants and boxers, there's the briefest of pauses, and the softest of smirks.*
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And then he pulls back, getting to his feet and resting his hands on Kristoph's shoulders for few moments; just watching him and breathing hard, his thumbs absently massaging at Kristoph's skin.
Finally he looks down, lowering himself to his knees and resting back on his heels. He lifts Kristoph's feet, one after the other, resting them on his thighs as he removes his socks, slowly and gently.
And then he does raise his eyes, kneeling up, his hands on Kristoph's knees. He pushes Kristoph's legs apart a little, sliding his hands up the outside seams of his pants, slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the other man's face. Hooking his fingers firmly into the waistband of pants and boxers, there's the briefest of pauses, and the softest of smirks.*
Schauen Sie auf die Ansicht, Kris.