[His exhale for breath shakes, a crumbling of self control, as his other hand joins its partner to grasp Temenos's hair hard and deepen their kiss the second Temenos's words drift to his ears. His tongue presses, requesting allowance past the cleric's lips, every motion drinking of him like an oasis as his palms work against his skull like his fingers might mould to the shape of him.
Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
He doesn't recognize the tears that start to stream down his face. He's hungry, in a way that he hates so deeply, that hurts in his chest more than his stomach. He doesn't want to lose this.]
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Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
He doesn't recognize the tears that start to stream down his face. He's hungry, in a way that he hates so deeply, that hurts in his chest more than his stomach. He doesn't want to lose this.]