[ Oh. He can understand that, at least, and he pauses only to think of how to handle it. Again, he’s left wondering if this is a good idea, or if it would be better to tell Dextera not to bother getting excited about a guy like him. He remembers the earlier wish, that spoken desire to live with him, and his heart flutters. Embarrassing.
It really is, but he wouldn’t give this up for the world.
His hand moves back, this time to touch Dextera’s face softly as he leans closer and kisses him. It’s deep, lengthy, and when he’s satisfied, he’s looking anywhere but his face. ]
Then don’t worry about anything. [ The worrying is his job, apparently ]
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It really is, but he wouldn’t give this up for the world.
His hand moves back, this time to touch Dextera’s face softly as he leans closer and kisses him. It’s deep, lengthy, and when he’s satisfied, he’s looking anywhere but his face. ]
Then don’t worry about anything. [ The worrying is his job, apparently ]