[ As Liem pulls back, Matt can't help tightening his grip on his waist. Embarrassing. Borderline unethical. A moment later, he loosens his hold. He looks into Liem's face: his eyes searching, lips still slightly parted and breath coming quicker.
He notes that plum-bruise flush again with fascination. It's only his fascination, and the strength of Matt's want--the depth of his yearning and loneliness--that keeps him from laughing at the word importunate. His lips do twitch, but only for a moment before his expression softens. ]
No. [ His turn to stroke Liem's cheek with his fingertips. They trace the streak of gray at the other man's temple, and follow the shell of his pointed ear. ] You're being really sexy.
[ He leans close again, this time to brush the tip of Liem's nose with his own. Their target on the street below has been all but forgotten. ]
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He notes that plum-bruise flush again with fascination. It's only his fascination, and the strength of Matt's want--the depth of his yearning and loneliness--that keeps him from laughing at the word importunate. His lips do twitch, but only for a moment before his expression softens. ]
No. [ His turn to stroke Liem's cheek with his fingertips. They trace the streak of gray at the other man's temple, and follow the shell of his pointed ear. ] You're being really sexy.
[ He leans close again, this time to brush the tip of Liem's nose with his own. Their target on the street below has been all but forgotten. ]