First he took off Guy’s – at least helped him – and then took off his own shirt. There wasn’t much to really say at this point but he was rather cold. An arm wrapped around his own chest the other still around the short male on top of him. Feeling kind of off a bit considering he didn’t really think his long lanky body was something Guy liked intentionally. Of course he should really STOP assuming the worst and just go with it.
Leaning back forward he captured the other’s lips with his own and dropped his arms on either side of him before adjusted on the bed more, deciding to place his hands on the lower side of Guy’s hips. A thumb stroked along the other hip bone, stroking the skin a little.
“ — You’re so cute, you know. croyez-moi”
“ ..... Do NOT call me cute.”
He didn’t much appreciate being called cute. Especially when he was
trying to make the other feel good, when he was trying to get things
started.
However, it didn’t take too long for Guy to get bothered, the smaller of
the two running his hands along smooth skin. Kisses became sloppy
and wanting. Hips ground against the other’s.
At last. He would be able to feel Thomas. Be close to him. Be connected
to him. He felt kind of silly for thinking like a robot, but .... he could be able
to share a connected conscience with the other, in a way. They would be
able to feel each other. They’d be able to forget everything around them
except for each other. And that in and of itself, is what Guy craved.
The pleasure was wonderful, yes, and he desperately wanted it. But he
craved the feeling of oneness. The feeling of being connected to Thomas.
To share this intimate experience that only they could share with each
other. Sure, they could share it with other people, and have before. But it
wouldn’t be the same experience, it wouldn’t be the same amazing feeling
as it would be right now.
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