The sound that came from Michael was barely more than a whimper when Alex kissed him harder, fumbling to try and press his body flush against Alex's, because he didn't think he could kiss him like this and not want to touch him.
The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.
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Date: 2019-07-06 01:43 pm (UTC)The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.