[ He grins a little into the kiss so soon as his back hits the door, tipping his head back to rest against it and look at him, perfectly innocent. He likes that possessiveness, too. ] I can think of quite a few things you do right. [ His arms are still around his neck, hand sliding up to scrape blunted nails over his nape in the same moment as he kisses him again, humming pleasantly. ]
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