[And as Phillip's tongue slides between his lips Julian moans into the kiss and the increased pressure of nails into flesh only has him more enthusiastic, more eager for this. He kisses him back with equal depth, tongue twining against the other man's, and as Phillip's hands slide beneath his clothes (and the redhead's skin, it feels cool to the touch) Julian's hands fall briefly away from his hips as he begins to fumble with first one glove, then the next, drops them to the ground.
He wants to feel skin to skin, hands against flesh, but whilst one hand slides to the small of the other man's back to keep him held there near to him, there's a hesitation to go any further than that, no sliding fingers beneath clothes. Like he's waiting for permission.]
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He wants to feel skin to skin, hands against flesh, but whilst one hand slides to the small of the other man's back to keep him held there near to him, there's a hesitation to go any further than that, no sliding fingers beneath clothes. Like he's waiting for permission.]