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ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ sʜʏ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ
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ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ
ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ I'ᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ sʜʏ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ
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But still, it's been a while since they saw one another, and there's the faintest spark of worry -- what if that electric, mind-numbing chemistry is somehow gone, beaten into exhaustion by the time and distance?
That worry vanishes immediately, the minute Koby gets the door open, gets inside, one hand fumbling with his jacket, the other reaching out immediately, instinctively, hungry for the heat of Quentin pressing him up against the door, shutting it with a low thud. Koby barely notices, he's too busy trying to get his hands all over Quentin, feel everything he's only been able to look at for weeks, reacquaint his hands with the shape of him. And of course -- kiss him, kiss him hard, hungry, tongue and teeth and a deep, needy moan that tears it's way out of Koby's throat, muffled against Quentin's mouth.]
I missed you. [It's unnecessary, mumbled as Koby shrugs off his coat, fumbles with his belt, all while trying to touch Quentin as much as possible, his face, his hair, his shoulders, the contours of his muscles beneath the too-tight shirt. He shifts, nudging his thigh up between Quentin's, shuddering out a sigh at how hard he is, even while Koby's unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, soaked and desperate for relief.] I missed you, I can't -- go that long again, I don't think I can bear it.
[He grabs for one of Quentin's hands, tugs it up to press against the wet heat between his legs, breathing against his mouth:] See? Look what you did.