Wylie parted his lips, letting his lover's tongue meet his own. He felt the relief start to finally fill him, the anxiety leaving. This was therapeutic, to feel Jona's body against his, lips dancing softly. He let the moment linger for as long as he could handle it before Wylie pulled back, one hand searching out Jona's and tangling their fingers. "Take me to bed," he pleaded softly, already edging him back that direction.
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Date: 2011-05-01 06:42 am (UTC)