[Julian sighs out his satisfaction, head tipping back and the hazy steel-blue of his eye falling closed and Phillip's hands travel his flesh, as the other man pulls back from the kiss. The white of his eye shows diamond bright as it slits open at the sudden lack of further touch, but before the beginnings of disappointment can set in, there's that question spoken around the edge of a amused smile, something knowing in the shape of it.]
Oh, I, um...I wondered if, that is, would it be all right to touch you?
[And his teeth catch at the flesh of his lower lip, his face flushed with colour.]
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Oh, I, um...I wondered if, that is, would it be all right to touch you?
[And his teeth catch at the flesh of his lower lip, his face flushed with colour.]