Seb moves without even thinking, his body pulled across the couch on hands and knees until he looms over Siwan with lust smoldering in his dark eyes. He threads a hand into Siwan's hair and tilts his head up, then leans right past his mouth to whisper into his ear:]
Don't worry about anything. Don't even think. You can blame this one on me.
[Of course Seb knows that might not be possible. They might hit the same wall when Siwan's conscience overpowers his desire and part every bit as frustrated as they did the first time, and Seb hasn't exactly got much experience when it comes to dealing with one's conscience. But it's worth a try, right?
That's what he tells himself, at least, before pressing his lips to Siwan's in a completely different sort of kiss than the ones they shared at the club - not frantic and ravenous but slow, deep, and thorough.]
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Seb moves without even thinking, his body pulled across the couch on hands and knees until he looms over Siwan with lust smoldering in his dark eyes. He threads a hand into Siwan's hair and tilts his head up, then leans right past his mouth to whisper into his ear:]
Don't worry about anything. Don't even think. You can blame this one on me.
[Of course Seb knows that might not be possible. They might hit the same wall when Siwan's conscience overpowers his desire and part every bit as frustrated as they did the first time, and Seb hasn't exactly got much experience when it comes to dealing with one's conscience. But it's worth a try, right?
That's what he tells himself, at least, before pressing his lips to Siwan's in a completely different sort of kiss than the ones they shared at the club - not frantic and ravenous but slow, deep, and thorough.]