[He strokes the side of Temenos's face, a brief moment to settle in the quiet. It's not a quiet he likes. But at least he isn't alone in it.
With a gentle press of his fingers, he tries to coax Temenos to lean forward. The kiss that he meets him with from past the bars is a lot less desperate than before, a lot less driven by hunger - something simple and loving, like their first kiss removed of its delicacy and hesitancy.]
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With a gentle press of his fingers, he tries to coax Temenos to lean forward. The kiss that he meets him with from past the bars is a lot less desperate than before, a lot less driven by hunger - something simple and loving, like their first kiss removed of its delicacy and hesitancy.]