Devin slid his lips along Warren's jaw, tasting delicately, smiling against skin. His fingers stroked that soft hair, letting it slide. He was so hard, aching and wanting, but he thought, he hoped, he had control again.
He didn't stop moving though, not willing to lose contact, even that. Just small motions of his hips as he kissed the arch of Warren's neck, then back to his jaw, his lips. Soft and sweet and wondering. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Warren's, curling close to his chest, fingers still buried in his hair.
His voice was low, husky, wanting and wondering at the same time. "If we don't stop, I'm not going to be able to..." His hips pressed closer, sliding along the hard bulge in Warren's pants in emphasis.
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:09 pm (UTC)He didn't stop moving though, not willing to lose contact, even that. Just small motions of his hips as he kissed the arch of Warren's neck, then back to his jaw, his lips. Soft and sweet and wondering. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Warren's, curling close to his chest, fingers still buried in his hair.
His voice was low, husky, wanting and wondering at the same time. "If we don't stop, I'm not going to be able to..." His hips pressed closer, sliding along the hard bulge in Warren's pants in emphasis.