(( he manages a vague pout in the time before ash meets his lips for that deliberate and oh-so-wanted kiss. gavi arches up to meet him, to press closer, to taste and feel more, more, more. even if only briefly. when there's space between them again, gavi sags back against the bed, blinking up in a daze.
but something sharper comes to his eyes the moment ash tosses his shirt aside. he barely has to wait for ash to speak again to start on his own clothes. the glove, gone. fingers tugging impatiently at the belt around his own waist. buttons of the jacket next. he lifts off the bed just enough to wiggle out of it, eyes fixed on ash all the while. then, with a deliberate swipe of his tongue across his lips: ))
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but something sharper comes to his eyes the moment ash tosses his shirt aside. he barely has to wait for ash to speak again to start on his own clothes. the glove, gone. fingers tugging impatiently at the belt around his own waist. buttons of the jacket next. he lifts off the bed just enough to wiggle out of it, eyes fixed on ash all the while. then, with a deliberate swipe of his tongue across his lips: ))
Is this enough?
(( for now. ))