[Theo shifts - finally pushing up a little, turning in toward Dom, elbow into the bed and his other arm reaching for him. He slings it around Dom's neck, pressing into the kiss with a swipe of his tongue, a huff of breath between the two of them as he fights to keep on kissing without breaking away. It feels natural - comforting - and he wonders if that's fate or just his penchant for being a little too easy of a lay.
His hand slides up the back of Dom's head, playing against the short cut of his hair, a soft grunt against his lips before he finally breaks the kiss. He doesn't pull away, he just lingers - nose to nose, lips touching lips.]
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His hand slides up the back of Dom's head, playing against the short cut of his hair, a soft grunt against his lips before he finally breaks the kiss. He doesn't pull away, he just lingers - nose to nose, lips touching lips.]
I like this.