Grey-- [his mouth burns where they part, licking at his lip.] No one-- Feels like you.
[or rather, he doesn't feel this way about anyone else, and can't imagine letting himself get driven crazy in the same way under anyone else's hands. wouldn't he just think of Grey every time?
Grey's the only thing on his mind as he loses time to kissing again, sat in Grey's lap, tail curled up in the air.]
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[or rather, he doesn't feel this way about anyone else, and can't imagine letting himself get driven crazy in the same way under anyone else's hands. wouldn't he just think of Grey every time?
Grey's the only thing on his mind as he loses time to kissing again, sat in Grey's lap, tail curled up in the air.]