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[ahsatan_natasha]

[ downstairs ]

The change from couch to bed, gentle though it may be, is nonetheless unexpected. But he distracts Alex with a kiss, as green eyes go wide in startlement, grey eyes asking - almost pleading, perhaps - for trust.

Trust me. I love you.A shaky nod, and he gives Alex no time for any other response, warmer-than-most hands roving freely

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[theprettiestone]

Alex lets out a soft moan and presses against Parry, a light shiver running through him.

Always, my angel.

[ahsatan_natasha]

Another kiss, then, deep and slow and wanting one moment, light and almost in a way playful the next, as he pulls back just slightly, nibbling and sucking at Alex's lower lip.

Oh Alex, mon chevalier -

[theprettiestone]

Another shiver, and he pulls back a little, biting his lip.

I... go slow? I'm...

[ahsatan_natasha]

And his eyes are locked on that lip, because again it should be he who is biting it, not Alex.

Nothing without your permission, my Alex, mon cher -

And so he does, lightly.