[ Owen presses down onto him and Mehmet exhales low into his ear, breath hot. Fingers dig into the flesh of his rear and his other hand tangles with Owen's hair, keeping him firmly in the crook of his neck.
God. He knew he liked Owen, but it seems he likes him way more than he realized. Months away will do stuff like this to a guy, huh? ]
Yeah... We should wait...
[ His voice is quiet, too, though with the sultry tone of a man who's having a hard time convincing himself he needs to wait to rail the guy on top of him now. For one last, good measure, he flexes his hips upward again and sighs.
Except with an abrupt inhale, he pats at Owen's ass and shifts his shoulder, encouraging him up. ]
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God. He knew he liked Owen, but it seems he likes him way more than he realized. Months away will do stuff like this to a guy, huh? ]
Yeah... We should wait...
[ His voice is quiet, too, though with the sultry tone of a man who's having a hard time convincing himself he needs to wait to rail the guy on top of him now. For one last, good measure, he flexes his hips upward again and sighs.
Except with an abrupt inhale, he pats at Owen's ass and shifts his shoulder, encouraging him up. ]
Later.
[ Later!! ]