[ Drew's kiss is not what Grey is used to. It's not quick, not rushed. Not forceful. It's languid and warm, and the longer he goes on, the more that heat seems to spread around Grey's body. His lips part around Drew's to take breath, and then with a shiver that speaks of building need, his arms tighten around him and pull him closer.
He wants those hands on his back. He knows there are tattoos spanning the length of his spine, and knows Drew is touching them without even realising it. A sigh leaves him, as their lips part for the barest of moments. Then Grey leans slightly back, and slides his arms out of his shirt. It's never buttoned, anyway. He likes having access to the tattoos on his front, just in case. It's easy to let it fall away, and then he matches Drew, chest to chest.
Grey's eyes lift, and gently, he shifts his legs so that they're around Drew, and not just against. His hands slide over Drew's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, until he reaches the sheet bunching at his waist. Grey's fingers rest there, and then he kisses Drew again. A flush has risen over his neck, and threatens over his cheeks. ]
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He wants those hands on his back. He knows there are tattoos spanning the length of his spine, and knows Drew is touching them without even realising it. A sigh leaves him, as their lips part for the barest of moments. Then Grey leans slightly back, and slides his arms out of his shirt. It's never buttoned, anyway. He likes having access to the tattoos on his front, just in case. It's easy to let it fall away, and then he matches Drew, chest to chest.
Grey's eyes lift, and gently, he shifts his legs so that they're around Drew, and not just against. His hands slide over Drew's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, until he reaches the sheet bunching at his waist. Grey's fingers rest there, and then he kisses Drew again. A flush has risen over his neck, and threatens over his cheeks. ]