He turned his head to meet the kisses, his hands gently tightening as Kavinsky's arms wound around him. "I missed you today," he murmured, right before he bumped into a kiss. Poison moved, rolling them so he could press Kavinsky into the bed, still careful. He pressed his thigh firmly between his legs, urging movement. He liked feeling the hitch of his hips.
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Date: 2016-09-20 05:16 am (UTC)