I don't mean to be. I think you just bring it out of me.
[Alec tries not to shiver at Seregil's hand passing over his neck. Tries, and fails, because that's always been something of a weakness for Alec, and Seregil takes complete advantage of that fact. It's accompanied by a quiet sigh, and Alec's eyes drift shut again. If he just concentrates, centers himself, perhaps it will be easier to stop himself from leaning in for another kiss. And in theory, that's a fine idea despite being an outstanding test of willpower. But in practice, with Seregil still close enough that Alec can taste his breath...]
You can kiss me. [Alec whispers.] I miss the way you taste.
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[Alec tries not to shiver at Seregil's hand passing over his neck. Tries, and fails, because that's always been something of a weakness for Alec, and Seregil takes complete advantage of that fact. It's accompanied by a quiet sigh, and Alec's eyes drift shut again. If he just concentrates, centers himself, perhaps it will be easier to stop himself from leaning in for another kiss. And in theory, that's a fine idea despite being an outstanding test of willpower. But in practice, with Seregil still close enough that Alec can taste his breath...]
You can kiss me. [Alec whispers.] I miss the way you taste.