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_{[He doesn't fuss when her hands slide beneath his shirt. If anything, he's all for it, hungry for physical contact if not starved for it. If there's one thing being close to another brought it was comfort and that's what he's craving right now. He may not be entirely sure where to put his own hands, but he lets his fingers dance up her spine as he moans against her mouth, eagerly pressing back when she licks her way across his lips.]}

Ah, 6O...

_{[Is someone getting a little heated? You betcha. There's a thought that transfers between them, the image of him atop her, grinding down against her. It's a pathetic, pale imitation of sex and he knows it, but he can't help but let it slip.]}