Vandelin has no intention of letting him be self-conscious. He'll give Kit all the more reason to respond, catching his lover's lower lip between his teeth and giving it a slow, heated suck, encouraging with a soft deliberate noise of yes, more.
His hands slide down to grasp Kit's ass and pull him in close and tight, hungry for him, making him own that mutual need. It'll be a long time before he stops marveling at how they have all the time and freedom in the world to do this now--but right now, he has no compunctions about indulging in this urgency. They can take it slow later on. They have all the time in the world. (If he doesn't run again, his mind whispers and then he won't.)
He sits on the bed and pulls Kit along, tangling his legs around behind Kit's knees, and trailing warm kisses down his chest with every undone shirt button as his lover stands in front of him.
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His hands slide down to grasp Kit's ass and pull him in close and tight, hungry for him, making him own that mutual need. It'll be a long time before he stops marveling at how they have all the time and freedom in the world to do this now--but right now, he has no compunctions about indulging in this urgency. They can take it slow later on. They have all the time in the world. (If he doesn't run again, his mind whispers and then he won't.)
He sits on the bed and pulls Kit along, tangling his legs around behind Kit's knees, and trailing warm kisses down his chest with every undone shirt button as his lover stands in front of him.