[Noah sinks back into the kiss, Matthew's sweet thoughts melting on his tongue. A soft, needy sound pulls itself out of his throat. He just wants this - affection, security, warmth. It's something he's never had before, and he's hungry for it, for as long as he can have it.]
Can I...
[He thinks it into Matthew's head, fingers twisting into blond curls. Slow and tentative, he licks at the bow of Matthew's lips.]
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Can I...
[He thinks it into Matthew's head, fingers twisting into blond curls. Slow and tentative, he licks at the bow of Matthew's lips.]