[ Who knows how that works, but the fact that Theo can seemingly understand him so well just — makes Dom want to leap back into the proposed kiss. Eyelids low, he leans in, crushes their lips, caresses Theo's face one tentative gesture at a time, until courage guides his hands. Playing with brown hair, anchoring his palm on his nape, pausing to lick his own lips and breathe, resuming to use the shyest touch of teeth, he thinks: I missed you so much. ]
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