An impish grin curved his lips and he raised one dark eyebrow. 'They'd hurt more if my nails weren't so short.' He knew he got carried away during sex, but he couldn't help it, he was naturally reactive.
Arching as the fabric of his shirt slid up his chest, Kirley's fingers curled into the hair at the nape of Mouthy's neck, keeping him close and kissing him hard. His left hand trailed down the Keeper's back, sliding under the waistband of his jeans to grope his arse.
'Mmmuhh.' K's head fell back, kiss forgotten as Oliver ground down against him and his hips rose up to meet the younger man's. The guitarist's personality got him hooked on things and the sensory overload during sex was an addiction he couldn't control. Especially when it was with someone he liked. As hot tongue slid against his tattoo, he forgot to breathe momentarily, pupils dilating slightly. 'Tease.'
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