[ A shuddering sigh answers the fingers against his spine, his waist, lips parting for something deeper; it's painful, in an exhilarating way, that his feelings are matched, are added to with G'raha's own, as if--
As if there's no one else between them, lingering at the edge of their minds.
Siffrin's hand moves from his chin to cheek, cheek to jaw, jaw to neck-- pauses, a soft laugh into G'raha's mouth, and then pressing down to the other's shoulder with small circular rubs of their thumb. They'd given him permission to touch them as he'd wanted, but still, still, they can't resist taking what they've missed, the feel of his firm muscles beneath smooth fabric and the slight difference of his tattoo beside the softness of skin.
(You should remind him, you should, but you don't. Let him remember himself. You missed him, too. You have every right to this, too.) ]
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As if there's no one else between them, lingering at the edge of their minds.
Siffrin's hand moves from his chin to cheek, cheek to jaw, jaw to neck-- pauses, a soft laugh into G'raha's mouth, and then pressing down to the other's shoulder with small circular rubs of their thumb. They'd given him permission to touch them as he'd wanted, but still, still, they can't resist taking what they've missed, the feel of his firm muscles beneath smooth fabric and the slight difference of his tattoo beside the softness of skin.
(You should remind him, you should, but you don't. Let him remember himself. You missed him, too. You have every right to this, too.) ]