things no one can take from me:
this moment

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things no one can take from me:
this moment
i suspect thats arber very gently bonking lane on the head?
coming out as a lane × arber shipper (i have been for a year)
welp now i’ve read all the saucy 7248 fic on ao3 and im starving for more
um. uh. 💖 lane/arber please?
💖 - rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out
Lane’s not really a “good” kisser, but it’s okay. It’s okay, because Arber can teach him. And they both know that Lane’s a quick learner.
“Hah,” Lane pants into Arber’s mouth, “Whuh, can you—?”
“Uh-huh,” Arber nods, not even really thinking, but he figures he knows what Lane’s asking for. They’re both hot and sweaty after extra practice with just the two of em, or well, just the two of em left at the end of the day, and they’re both still partially in gear.
Arber can’t help mashing their mouths together for another hot kiss before pulling away with a nasty bite to Lane’s bottom lip just for fun—giving him space to wiggle out of his gear, while Arber pulls his base layer off.
“Ah,” Lane blurts out, sticking his tongue out to lick at his lip, red with a drop of blood. His eyes are cutely crossed, focused on the little wound on his mouth. “You bit me.”
“Whoops,” Arber snorts, reaching up with his hand to gently poke at Lane’s bottom lip. “Sorry.”
Question 17
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