[ There might have been comment -- self-deprecation or denial, perhaps you should be the automatic response -- but Armand's mouth is captured before he can make it, the words dissolving into the helpless gladness and gratitude he feels over every moment spent with Bob, treasuring each kiss as a gift unearned. He leans into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting to lick out a little, tongue soft and inviting. His hands tense beneath Bob's coat, catching hold of his sweater as if he needs to stop him from disappearing. ]
Unfair.
[ To have given him no chance to respond. The resonance in Bob's mind is amused and fond, the rest of him still trading warm kisses for as long as he's allowed, growing steadily more languid, like a cat being petted. ]
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Unfair.
[ To have given him no chance to respond. The resonance in Bob's mind is amused and fond, the rest of him still trading warm kisses for as long as he's allowed, growing steadily more languid, like a cat being petted. ]