[ Why save for later when there can be more kisses now? Mehmet still remembers seeing Owen's corpse, and he still faintly remembers the look on Owen's face in the moments before his own death. Having experienced both, knowing that this would not be happening if any of those things happened in real life, Mehmet finds it hard to come up with excuses to save any of this for later. Who cares if they even have a later? Past thirty, he doesn't care if he looks like a horny teenager anymore. He doesn't have shame anymore. Doesn't Owen know this already?
All to say, in short, once Owen pulls back from the kiss, Mehmet dives in again for one deeper, greedier and hungrier. He wants to taste his lips and the inside of his mouth, and as he drinks him in he kind of remembers why he took Owen home all those years ago.
It's only after he breaks the kiss, with great regret, that he bothers answering. ]
Sure, but only if I get to call you "old man" when you're my age.
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All to say, in short, once Owen pulls back from the kiss, Mehmet dives in again for one deeper, greedier and hungrier. He wants to taste his lips and the inside of his mouth, and as he drinks him in he kind of remembers why he took Owen home all those years ago.
It's only after he breaks the kiss, with great regret, that he bothers answering. ]
Sure, but only if I get to call you "old man" when you're my age.