[ It takes a slight bit of prodding--only slight--and it's that sweet, sweet voice that startles him more than it should, making his mind move back, back, back--to his great grandmother, and how bad things would happen the moment that syrupy voice came to bear.
He slowly loosened his tie, and the blazer came off. The sweater vest as well and it was only until he was in his white button-down and slacks and he's already leaning in for another kiss, unable to take his hands off of one Jim Moriarty despite the glare. ]
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He slowly loosened his tie, and the blazer came off. The sweater vest as well and it was only until he was in his white button-down and slacks and he's already leaning in for another kiss, unable to take his hands off of one Jim Moriarty despite the glare. ]