[ Matt meets Liem's scandalized expression with a sweet smile of his own. He can't help wanting to play with him like this--his reactions are incredible, and Matt senses Liem doesn't totally mind being teased.
That reverie dissipates into a stunned laugh at the word minx, bright and tossed back to the sky. (Luckily, the market below is noisy enough that they don't draw attention--and even if they did, they're both too low to the rooftop to be spotted easily.) Matt's been called a lot of names in his time, some of which he even likes. But he's never been called a minx. ]
Oh, [ he sighs, thigh shifting under Liem's hand. His neck arches luxuriantly at the touch of his mouth, and he shoots Liem a breathless grin. ] That's me. Shame holds you back.
[ Matt says oh again, sharper this time, as Liem starts to kiss his neck in earnest. His hips roll against Liem's, seeking more of that addictive contact; his fingers curl over Liem's shoulder, then fist into the fabric of his shirt. ]
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That reverie dissipates into a stunned laugh at the word minx, bright and tossed back to the sky. (Luckily, the market below is noisy enough that they don't draw attention--and even if they did, they're both too low to the rooftop to be spotted easily.) Matt's been called a lot of names in his time, some of which he even likes. But he's never been called a minx. ]
Oh, [ he sighs, thigh shifting under Liem's hand. His neck arches luxuriantly at the touch of his mouth, and he shoots Liem a breathless grin. ] That's me. Shame holds you back.
[ Matt says oh again, sharper this time, as Liem starts to kiss his neck in earnest. His hips roll against Liem's, seeking more of that addictive contact; his fingers curl over Liem's shoulder, then fist into the fabric of his shirt. ]