[There's a small exclaimed sound as Phillip moves so suddenly to yank him down again, nails against skin causing bright sparks of pain that hold the promise of something more and he seems to melt beneath the pass of hands as his shirt slides undone, revealing the pale white flesh underneath.
He'll kiss back with equal exigency though, and having received the permission he wanted, Julian's hands begin to work at the other man's clothes too, slip underneath, slide over smooth skin.]
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He'll kiss back with equal exigency though, and having received the permission he wanted, Julian's hands begin to work at the other man's clothes too, slip underneath, slide over smooth skin.]