[ Crane has never been kissed before. It's such a strange feeling, he thinks, but it's good, it's sinful, it's... Terrifying. In a strange way it scares Crane but that causes him to react accordingly--he lets slip a bit of a moan and pushes himself forward, nails scraping against the other's nipple, crossing over to just above his heart and raking downwards. His hand stops at the other's hip and while he doesn't do anything with it he holds it, pushing down in it. This isn't the gentle type, he already knows that. Crane can barely behave on his good days, anyway. ]
Good.
[ It's breathy and he uses his free hand to grab the other by his hair, however short, pulling it back so teeth can scrap at that beautiful, long neck before murmuring: ]
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Good.
[ It's breathy and he uses his free hand to grab the other by his hair, however short, pulling it back so teeth can scrap at that beautiful, long neck before murmuring: ]
That's very good.