[Arms wrap heavily round Husk, a thigh shifting to press against that poor neglected hardness he couldn't reach before, and he returns the kiss with a low hum. His heart skips a beat at those casually dropped words, mind jumping to work in overload. This is typically wear he hears that phrase if he's going to hear it. It doesn't mean anything. Right?? But what if it does?]
...Husk- [Face hot, Angel kisses him again rather than risk echoing the words.]
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Date: 2024-12-10 05:21 pm (UTC)...Husk- [Face hot, Angel kisses him again rather than risk echoing the words.]