Morris would always be a little awkward. His jumpy starts and stops were at the heart of him. But Shiloh didn't seem to mind. He kept kissing him, trying to disconnect his power that he could feel boiling in his stomach. He wondered if he'd ever be able to just let go with Shiloh; the boy drove him crazy and made him so distracted that he had an almost impossible time curbing the swell of energy that would call the dead to him.
When Morris got a little more aggressive, he tipped Shiloh back so that his butt hit the grass. Just kissing him was amazing. His hand brushed up against Shiloh's cheek, the grit of dirt rubbing over his skin.
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