[ He still remembers what their hands felt like against him, like a memory branded to his skin, but he shudders anyway as he crowded Siffrin against the wall. Hopefully this... doesn't become a habit, but he worries that it might be. But this closeness and contact, this, is what had captured his thoughts more often than he would ever like to admit, thoughts drifting away into daydreams into memories that would leave him ill with yearning.
His fingers stay firmly on Siffrin's cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing along their skin as he nips at their bottom lip, hungry to taste them again, their tongue warm and slick against his own and—
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His fingers stay firmly on Siffrin's cheeks, thumbs lightly brushing along their skin as he nips at their bottom lip, hungry to taste them again, their tongue warm and slick against his own and—
G'raha pulls away. ]
We... um. Should be mindful of where we are.
[ More like G'raha should be, but it's fine. ]