[Although they know each other only through certain narrow avenues, in many ways not especially well, Matt seems to have a knack for finding Liem's buttons and getting his curious kitten paws all over them. Liem pulls back from him flushed, beguiled by the look he aims from beneath lowered lashes, hopelessly preoccupied by the growing excitement he feels pressed against his thigh. Desire makes his heart thump hard against his ribs. His lips part as his eyes flick wider, and he—
Can't help but want to dip back down to lick at the mark on his neck; to kiss his throat again and coax more of that hot, eager urgency from him; to find out what it would take to make him moan—or beg. He can't help wanting to hear his name on Matt's lips. He can't help wanting to use his teeth.
He glances away, unwilling to see his own naked appetite reflected in Matt's eyes, and swallows to unstick the breath that suddenly jumps into his throat.]
… Your arm. Is it uncomfortable to use it? Or touch it?
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Can't help but want to dip back down to lick at the mark on his neck; to kiss his throat again and coax more of that hot, eager urgency from him; to find out what it would take to make him moan—or beg. He can't help wanting to hear his name on Matt's lips. He can't help wanting to use his teeth.
He glances away, unwilling to see his own naked appetite reflected in Matt's eyes, and swallows to unstick the breath that suddenly jumps into his throat.]
… Your arm. Is it uncomfortable to use it? Or touch it?