Dropping his forehead against Barnaby's shoulder, his nose pressed close to the skin, Kotetsu takes the cue to slide his fingers further underneath the elastic of Barnaby's boxers. His palms smooth over the tight skin of outer thighs, then sweep back to reach around the firm curve of Baranby's rear, toned muscle heated to the touch.
"What we might be about to do," he murmurs, tracing lips faintly back up to the corner of Barnaby's mouth, their noses bumping in the process. "Taking that step now. Taking it with me."
Kotetsu leans further, until his hips slot neatly against the cradle of Barnaby's own, close enough that he can no longer distinguish the source of the warmth between their bodies.
It's fast. He's not sure he has the willpower to break the momentum on his own.
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Date: 2014-05-10 10:03 pm (UTC)"What we might be about to do," he murmurs, tracing lips faintly back up to the corner of Barnaby's mouth, their noses bumping in the process. "Taking that step now. Taking it with me."
Kotetsu leans further, until his hips slot neatly against the cradle of Barnaby's own, close enough that he can no longer distinguish the source of the warmth between their bodies.
It's fast. He's not sure he has the willpower to break the momentum on his own.