[Can a kiss taste smug? Perhaps it can, since the shape of Erik's mouth curls into a definitely smug grin as he listens to Chris moan, and feels the press between his thighs. He could be as immovable as stone if he wished, but he lets himself be crowded up against the wall quite happily.
When Chris pulls back for air, Erik shifts one hand out of the man's hair, to cup the side of his cheek and stroke a thumb tenderly beneath one of his deep green eyes. He could lose himself in such dark pools of desire, so easily.]
I assure you, my dear Lord Sonom, you are the intoxicating one.
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When Chris pulls back for air, Erik shifts one hand out of the man's hair, to cup the side of his cheek and stroke a thumb tenderly beneath one of his deep green eyes. He could lose himself in such dark pools of desire, so easily.]
I assure you, my dear Lord Sonom, you are the intoxicating one.