[ the touch is almost feathery soft, light enough to keep him desiring more, and yet still enough to fulfill some vague, indiscernible need from within him. the heat of his touch remains even as his fingers brushes against his hair.
he returns the gesture with an equal amount of care, his touch is tender and soft, but also persisting, especially in the way it travels on alivian's chest, then his shoulders. he angles his head slightly, his lips pressing up against his again, then again. despite how gentle they are, each one seems to be escalation to the next. ]
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he returns the gesture with an equal amount of care, his touch is tender and soft, but also persisting, especially in the way it travels on alivian's chest, then his shoulders. he angles his head slightly, his lips pressing up against his again, then again. despite how gentle they are, each one seems to be escalation to the next. ]
If I say I don't, will you show me until I do?