[He had long lost count of how many months he had spent alone, without the touch of another, and for so much of that time, it had been the furthest thing from his mind— when merely getting out of bed felt like a day's crowning achievement, it changed one's perspective, but he is well past that now, and in this moment, he feels exactly how starved he's been for touch, for affection.
Godfrey's arms are warm and inviting, his hold easy to melt into as Gale pulls against him, his touch sending electricity racing along the surface of Gale's own skin as he explores, and it is perfect. It is something he only now realizes just how badly he had longed for it, and he fully intends to relish the opportunity.
His breath comes a bit shorter between kisses, his hands gliding down the length of Godfrey's well-muscled arms, feeling his breath catch in his throat as they taste one another and the other man's fingers dig into him, a firm reminder of how very real this is. They become further entwined as they kiss, and Gale slides a hand between the pair of them to skate downwards along the surface of Godfrey's abdomen, his deft fingers catching against the waist of his trousers.
He tips his head to press their foreheads together, his voice just barely above a whisper as he refuses to pull back, lips still hovering close, kiss-swollen.]
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Godfrey's arms are warm and inviting, his hold easy to melt into as Gale pulls against him, his touch sending electricity racing along the surface of Gale's own skin as he explores, and it is perfect. It is something he only now realizes just how badly he had longed for it, and he fully intends to relish the opportunity.
His breath comes a bit shorter between kisses, his hands gliding down the length of Godfrey's well-muscled arms, feeling his breath catch in his throat as they taste one another and the other man's fingers dig into him, a firm reminder of how very real this is. They become further entwined as they kiss, and Gale slides a hand between the pair of them to skate downwards along the surface of Godfrey's abdomen, his deft fingers catching against the waist of his trousers.
He tips his head to press their foreheads together, his voice just barely above a whisper as he refuses to pull back, lips still hovering close, kiss-swollen.]
Please— I want to see all of you.