[He hums softly in acknowledgement before putting off his fumbling to gently coax the cephalon's arms up so that he could tug off his shirt. It's thrown and forgotten with little thought. Pulling him back in, his soft grinding picks back up as much as hands wandering along and brushing newly exposed skin.]
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Date: 2016-06-21 03:48 am (UTC)