Look, Mehmet's not going to argue with that, because he is. He likes Owen. Owen is impressive. Therefore, the many things he does is impressive. Like the way he straddles him like this, or the way he kisses him, needier and needier every time, or the way each kiss leaves him more and more breathless. His other hand eventually finds its way to Owen's lower back to press him closer, if he can.
When they're done, Mehmet looks up at him with a lidded gaze, his own lips still parted and wanting. This man is beautiful—he thought this that night, all those years ago, and it's still true today. Their thirties be damned.
The temptation to keep kissing is real, but they should stop at some point. Amon's face plays in the back of Mehmet's mind and brings him to a halt. But it isn't enough to stop him from digging his fingers into Owen's skin, dragging him down as he flexes his hips upward. Feel that, bb? ]
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Look, Mehmet's not going to argue with that, because he is. He likes Owen. Owen is impressive. Therefore, the many things he does is impressive. Like the way he straddles him like this, or the way he kisses him, needier and needier every time, or the way each kiss leaves him more and more breathless. His other hand eventually finds its way to Owen's lower back to press him closer, if he can.
When they're done, Mehmet looks up at him with a lidded gaze, his own lips still parted and wanting. This man is beautiful—he thought this that night, all those years ago, and it's still true today. Their thirties be damned.
The temptation to keep kissing is real, but they should stop at some point. Amon's face plays in the back of Mehmet's mind and brings him to a halt. But it isn't enough to stop him from digging his fingers into Owen's skin, dragging him down as he flexes his hips upward. Feel that, bb? ]