[ This is warm. This is very warm. It takes Grey a while to realise that the heat it not entirely what should be expected, that Drew is warmer than another man would be. But at the end of the day, of course Drew is warmer. Why would he not be? He's happier, gentler, more tactile. He's all of those good things. Why not that, too?
He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.
His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]
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He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.
His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]