Jason kisses Tamas, pressing him down against the padded bench. He's relieved he hasn't driven him away. He kisses over his cheek, nipping his ear. "Going to show me your pretty flowers?"
[Tamas moans as he lays back, loving the feeling of Jason's weight above him. He doesn't even need to concentrate as he lets a hand fall to the wall. It seems so right, so perfect now that passion-fruit vines sprout and and climb the walls, their flowers opening slowly.] For you [He whispers, writhing under him] For you...
"Beautiful." Jason barely spares a glance at the flowers, his attention caught by the boy beneath him. He slips his hands under Tamas' shirt again, stroking softly.
[Tamas purrs softly, leaning up to nuzzle Jason's throat.] You make me feel so good! I was afraid we would never have this again. [He kisses Jason deeply, pouring all his love and desire into it as he slides his hands under Jason's shirt to touch him in return]
"I'm sorry. I've never been good at explaining how I feel. But this," he pushes Tamas shirt up and off, "this you only ever need to ask for." He leans back to pull his shirt off as well.
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