He wants too much, what little is left of his capability for rational thinking deigns to inform him right that moment. He wants Glitch. He wants to make love. He wants to feel everything there is to feel of closeness and intimacy, and that's just far too much. He wouldn't last one minute, and that wouldn't make a good impression, now, would it.
It wouldn't.
And as if to further make this point, he shivers from the brush of Glitch's body under him, and from the strength in him as he rolls them both over without any attempt at ceremony or tact. They need neither.
He moans as he's kissed again, and the roles are reversed. His hands move down the length of Glitch's body, coming down to rest curved over his buttocks. And to squeeze.
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Date: 2009-09-02 08:49 am (UTC)It wouldn't.
And as if to further make this point, he shivers from the brush of Glitch's body under him, and from the strength in him as he rolls them both over without any attempt at ceremony or tact. They need neither.
He moans as he's kissed again, and the roles are reversed. His hands move down the length of Glitch's body, coming down to rest curved over his buttocks. And to squeeze.