[ david arches just a little against jeff, fingertips scraping lightly over his scalp as he tilts his head however he needs to to keep jeff on his neck. when he focuses on that sensation, on jeff's lips and the tickle of his beard and the exploration of his hands, he can dull the roar of panic in his mind to a dull whisper. focus instead on the way he adores the way his hair feels between his fingers or how feels like he's steadily getting warmer and warmer-- ]
Hold-- [ he clears his throat ] hold on.
[ he pulls back enough to pull off his shirt and drop it next to them on the bed. now they may resume. ]
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Hold-- [ he clears his throat ] hold on.
[ he pulls back enough to pull off his shirt and drop it next to them on the bed. now they may resume. ]