[ Albert won't complain, not now he has Obi-Wan again. He had missed him, not only for quota but because they were of a like mind and spirit.
As the robe is dropped to the floor, Albert's hands smooth over Obi-Wan's body, over the prominent ribs, the lean muscles, the faint and not-so-faint scars. It concerns him, but he is used to lovers who wear their history on their skin. Arthur certainly does. When he first came to the city, he was skin and bones.
Albert looks from the man's body to his face, his eyes concerned, questioning, worried, before he moves, guiding Obi-Wan to sit on the bed and then kneeling before him, kissing every scar.]
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As the robe is dropped to the floor, Albert's hands smooth over Obi-Wan's body, over the prominent ribs, the lean muscles, the faint and not-so-faint scars. It concerns him, but he is used to lovers who wear their history on their skin. Arthur certainly does. When he first came to the city, he was skin and bones.
Albert looks from the man's body to his face, his eyes concerned, questioning, worried, before he moves, guiding Obi-Wan to sit on the bed and then kneeling before him, kissing every scar.]