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[callmefelicia]

It takes Adam and Thomas rather longer than it should to get into the room.

This is because they can't seem to keep their hands - or mouths - off each other.

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[always_thirsty]

Thomas holds Adam up against the door for a time, kissing him hard as his hands squeeze his ass and his hips grind against the other man's. He's pale by now, so pale, and feeding already from the lustful kisses.

Feels good.

Feels so fucking good.

[callmefelicia]

It feels pretty damn good to Adam, too, and he's giving as good as he's getting, pressing back up against Thomas eagerly.

[always_thirsty]

The door is opened and they push through landing, through great skill and practice on Thomas' part, on the bed, the door kicked shut on the way in. He's in his true form, now.

Skin like living marble, only softer than silk; hair as dark as the night, curled just right and mussed just so. Muscles that ripple and shift with the same grace as his movements, as perfect as his kisses, as intoxicating as his presence.

[callmefelicia]

Adam catches his breath as he looks up at Thomas, just as he did the first time this happened. Everything about this is... perfect.