Wylie shut his eyes and inhaled against his skin, smelling him, the familiar scent that was so horribly intoxicating. It was so distracting and though it was familiar, he still felt like he was discovering it all over again each time. Wylie held him for a moment longer before tugging him back to the couch, pulling him down with him so he could get his arms around him, just wanting to feel him and hold him for the moment.
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Date: 2011-08-07 07:14 pm (UTC)