[Taryon's body pressed against his was perfect. Warm, broader than his own but not too heavy, and the evidence of his desire against his thigh. It wasn't disgusting or unwanted, nor was there an edge of guilt to it, it was pure want and of his own volition without any ulterior motive other than to get the two of them off together.
He keeps his gaze on him, almost in wonder that he could feel this good. This sensation, these emotions, having been lost to time for so long.]
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He keeps his gaze on him, almost in wonder that he could feel this good. This sensation, these emotions, having been lost to time for so long.]
Yes, please. I want...so much more.