[ it's absurd, maybe, and thomas is so hard, has been for so long now that he'd be amazed if any blood was left in his brain at all. maybe that explains some of the fumbling. maybe it's absurd, but it's also —it's joyful. it's making william laugh, swatting his towel and thomas's chest, eyes crinkling.
thomas hasn't had that in so long. he's not sure he's ever had that, this uncomplicated joy interrupting the focus of desire.
and then william is kissing him again and thomas sighs into it, desire taking the lead again as he presses close and is reminded of how desperately hard he is when his hips come into contact with william's thigh.
his moan might be a little absurd, too, startlingly loud in the kiss, but he's let most if not all his defenses down around william and so it doesn't get swallowed in time. ]
We're probably dry enough, [ he manages after a moment. ]
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thomas hasn't had that in so long. he's not sure he's ever had that, this uncomplicated joy interrupting the focus of desire.
and then william is kissing him again and thomas sighs into it, desire taking the lead again as he presses close and is reminded of how desperately hard he is when his hips come into contact with william's thigh.
his moan might be a little absurd, too, startlingly loud in the kiss, but he's let most if not all his defenses down around william and so it doesn't get swallowed in time. ]
We're probably dry enough, [ he manages after a moment. ]