[he watches him for a second, catching the glint of smeared cum on his mouth, the flush of his cheeks with a smile... Zel could swear Emery was unflappable, but he knows better.
slowly, he slides down the wall to sit, reaching over to take one of Emery's hands, bringing it toward himself and kissing at his fingers. gentle, reverent.]
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slowly, he slides down the wall to sit, reaching over to take one of Emery's hands, bringing it toward himself and kissing at his fingers. gentle, reverent.]
I can kiss you instead.