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16: neck kiss
Hank looked at Logan and rubbed his eyes, taking off his glasses. He could smell the other next to him, with the heady smell of cigars and liquor winding its way up his nose. It could be worse, of course. They could be sat next to each other in a crowd, which would have heightened Hank’s senses even more and made the other almost irresistible.
He slowly leant in and nipped at the other’s neck before kissing him softly there, the scent lingering on his lips and in his nose. That was better than most things for him, and at least he had it on his skin rather than next to him, which would be too close but too far at the same time.










