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With the press of their foreheads, Sips shut his eyes. Who knew that getting what he wanted would’ve been so bittersweet after all? “Sjiiin,” he sighed, the familiar drawl of the other’s name rolling off his tongue. He tilted his head so that he was able to capture the farmer’s lips in a soft and slow burning kiss; the kind that left his heart beating a little too quickly by the time he’d drawn back. “I’d never wish for those days, it’s gotta be said.”
Another gentle kiss was pressed to Sjin’s lips before Sips’ arms moved to wrap around him in a tight embrace. He’d never been a touchy-feely guy, but he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off the other. “You gotta leave sometimes though,” he muttered, cheek resting against Sjin’s shoulder, “The farm’s not gonna take care of itself.” Sips would never ask Sjin to give that up for him now – he wouldn’t let him even if he offered. “Could give you a hand over there if you needed it. It’s only fair, eh? I’d finally have a reason to break out the ol’ daisy dukes and tan my legs.”
There was the exact same halter in breath when he was suddenly caught in a kiss with Sips once again. There is no way he would ever get used to that -- no matter how many times he would find himself in Sips’ arms. Sjin braced himself up against the other, smiling into his mouth as he hummed in pleasure.
“I meant what I said, ain’t going anywhere without you.” Lifting a hand, he brushed his fingers through Sips’ hair. Letting it linger there buried in his black locks as his other hand travelled upward under Sips’ shirt from behind. Moving from where it rested on his chest, to slip underneath the hem of his shirt, seeking the heat of his skin under his palm. “I’d like to see that -- although, might as well just tan everything. Who needs those daisy dukes with a body like yours.”
