[the touch, fingers digging into his hips, make it even worse. there's so much going into this, so many coiled-tight thoughts and horrible instinctual things he wants to do. he couldn't keep it all down even if he still had a reason to.
and he doesn't. not anymore.
he doesn't let him get away with that for long, reaching down to pry Tek's hands away and shove him--with no warning or reservation--back towards the side of some apartment building unfortunate enough for them to have stopped in front of.
the idea of it makes his stomach turn, makes him feel sick with nervousness, but he pushes it down in favor of striding forward, pressing himself close again, running a hand up the other's thigh. he grabs his ass, bites at his lip, growls at the back of his throat again to drown himself in indulgence instead of lingering on stupid things he doesn't want to think about anyway.]
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and he doesn't. not anymore.
he doesn't let him get away with that for long, reaching down to pry Tek's hands away and shove him--with no warning or reservation--back towards the side of some apartment building unfortunate enough for them to have stopped in front of.
the idea of it makes his stomach turn, makes him feel sick with nervousness, but he pushes it down in favor of striding forward, pressing himself close again, running a hand up the other's thigh. he grabs his ass, bites at his lip, growls at the back of his throat again to drown himself in indulgence instead of lingering on stupid things he doesn't want to think about anyway.]