Krem squirmed under Noah's touches and pinching, kissing him back with a hungry edge and a smile. He tilted his head back from the kiss after a moment, encouraging Noah to move down to his neck again. The little bruises he'd left earlier were there, red on his tanned skin, his pulse swift under his skin.
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Date: 2015-09-18 02:58 am (UTC)