[ Fuck. Fuck, fuck. His knees spread further apart, so that Baptiste is between them when he leans in. The robes pull up, revealing a bit more of his thighs, the fine cloth draping over his cock -- snitching on how fast he's getting hard. The way Baptiste closes the distance doesn't have any violence in it, no threat, but the deliberateness and promise in his posture is close e-bloody-nough for Alan's body.
Lifting his free hand, Alan cups Baptiste's cheek and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. He swallows again with a dry click. ]
Yeah. Er. I think I lost my sense somewhere in that.
I don't ... don't kiss me?
[ But don't leave either, for God's sake don't leave. ]
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Lifting his free hand, Alan cups Baptiste's cheek and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. He swallows again with a dry click. ]
Yeah. Er. I think I lost my sense somewhere in that.
I don't ... don't kiss me?
[ But don't leave either, for God's sake don't leave. ]