[ Matt sighs softly when Liem exhales, when his lashes dip under his touch. It's lovely, watching himself have this effect on a person. It sparks an insistent warmth in his belly, familiar and hungry.
Then Liem shifts forward, tip of his nose tracing the scar that Matt likes to imagine most people can't even see, and ... the contact isn't bad. It's just intimate. Startlingly so, for such a simple touch. Matt's next exhalation comes out shaky, his own lashes trembling. Then he chuckles. ]
Damn, [ he breathes. ] I wish you were, it'd make work a lot more exciting.
[ Matt tips his head to kiss him again. His hand slides into Liem's hair, curling around the nape of his neck, and for a moment, he hesitates. Then he shifts away from the wall, lets himself sink down--onto the roof, onto his back--and uses his grip to urge Liem down with him. On top of him, if he's willing to follow. ]
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Then Liem shifts forward, tip of his nose tracing the scar that Matt likes to imagine most people can't even see, and ... the contact isn't bad. It's just intimate. Startlingly so, for such a simple touch. Matt's next exhalation comes out shaky, his own lashes trembling. Then he chuckles. ]
Damn, [ he breathes. ] I wish you were, it'd make work a lot more exciting.
[ Matt tips his head to kiss him again. His hand slides into Liem's hair, curling around the nape of his neck, and for a moment, he hesitates. Then he shifts away from the wall, lets himself sink down--onto the roof, onto his back--and uses his grip to urge Liem down with him. On top of him, if he's willing to follow. ]