[ He's pulled into the room and the transition he makes from crouching on the sill to stepping inside is seamless. He drops his receptive hands to the other's narrow hips, fingers framing the angular shape of his pelvis. He unconsciously groans into the other man's mouth, lips parting as that soft tongue runs over the thin line between. He pushes forward, having to bow and change the angle of his head to seal their lips together properly, letting their tongues touch tentatively before he's trying to pull away. ]
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