( god — that sound that gavi makes, that desperate little whine once ash finally gives him what he wants — is practically enough to go right to his dick. at the very least, it goes right to his ego, reveling in the fact that the mere promise of something as simple as a kiss gets gavi worked up. oh, he's gonna have too much fun this lonely morn-evening.
ash lays back easily as gavi climbs on top of him — all by his own design, of course. he tips his chin up to kiss him back with equal fervor, lips parting to slide slowly against the other boy's, his hand reaching up so his fingers can card through his hair again, back arching up off of the bed so he can press against his front during a deeper, needier meeting of lips. )
What the — ( ash groans as his head flops back against the mattress, panting softly, needing a breather. ) You're so hot — it's incredibly hard to resist you.
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ash lays back easily as gavi climbs on top of him — all by his own design, of course. he tips his chin up to kiss him back with equal fervor, lips parting to slide slowly against the other boy's, his hand reaching up so his fingers can card through his hair again, back arching up off of the bed so he can press against his front during a deeper, needier meeting of lips. )
What the — ( ash groans as his head flops back against the mattress, panting softly, needing a breather. ) You're so hot — it's incredibly hard to resist you.