[ It's like he knows reality is about to crash on the both of them soon, and that makes him cling on to the kiss even harder; chasing Theo's lips, brows knitted and eyes shut, touching his face and licking his tongue. Had this happened in the beginning of the month and all self-restraint would be gone, but sadness and longing are in command of every other emotion now, so desperately hopeful that this won't end with his boyfriend's mirror telling him they can never do this again. Dom shifts his position, food and drink set aside, and slides his hand behind Theo's nape, angling his head with the softest whimper. ]
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