[That single word on his lips is beyond sweet, and Gale turns his head to chase them for another kiss, eager to taste him after so many nights of wondering what it might be like— far more than he felt it was gentlemanly to admit to, even if manners be damned at the moment. They have no place here, not when Godfrey's calloused touch is on his ass and he's already achingly hard, not when he can feel the larger man struggling not to rut against him before they've even undressed themselves.]
Don't stop touching me.
[It's a request bordering on breathless already. Gale seals his lips over Godfrey's own and drinks deep, slipping his searching tongue past parted lips while his heart races, thundering in his ears, and he uses both hands to start tugging at the lacings of the other man's shirt, no longer having to guide his touch. When there's no immediate give, he starts impatiently tugging Godfrey's shirt free from his waist, pulling it up with one hand as the other glides over his abdomen, eager fingers passing over the scar he had been shown and feeling out the sculpt of his muscles.
He feels his own cock twitch as the heated touch of skin against skin sparks something in him, something that he'd worried was long dead, and he lets out a needful moan against Godfrey's mouth as he tugs the paladin's shirt upwards, intent on getting it off and away, to keep it from barring them from one another any longer.]
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Don't stop touching me.
[It's a request bordering on breathless already. Gale seals his lips over Godfrey's own and drinks deep, slipping his searching tongue past parted lips while his heart races, thundering in his ears, and he uses both hands to start tugging at the lacings of the other man's shirt, no longer having to guide his touch. When there's no immediate give, he starts impatiently tugging Godfrey's shirt free from his waist, pulling it up with one hand as the other glides over his abdomen, eager fingers passing over the scar he had been shown and feeling out the sculpt of his muscles.
He feels his own cock twitch as the heated touch of skin against skin sparks something in him, something that he'd worried was long dead, and he lets out a needful moan against Godfrey's mouth as he tugs the paladin's shirt upwards, intent on getting it off and away, to keep it from barring them from one another any longer.]
This needs to go.