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eiden doesn't expect to be lifted and laughs a little, slinging arms around his neck and and letting fingers thread through his wet hair. there's something about skin that still smells like the sea, a little tacky with salt drying in the sun. when he presses his lips to his, they're salty and warm, and his tongue that gently nudges with its tip tastes a little sweet by contrast, asking for permission to deepen.
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[ sorry i'm terrible for your inbox and sling these right back.
eiden doesn't expect to be lifted and laughs a little, slinging arms around his neck and and letting fingers thread through his wet hair. there's something about skin that still smells like the sea, a little tacky with salt drying in the sun. when he presses his lips to his, they're salty and warm, and his tongue that gently nudges with its tip tastes a little sweet by contrast, asking for permission to deepen.
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