[Mehmet agreeing should make it easier to pull himself off of his lap, but it really doesn't. Still, he can control himself enough even if he grumbles as he slips back off, collapsing back onto the couch. He's going to hold Mehmet to the promise of later, because after so long without any touches it's hard to keep waiting. He would have thought the months alone would have made it easier to wait just a few more hours, but here he is, face flushed and feeling desperate.
He gropes for one of the pillows on the couch, dropping it over Mehmet's lap.]
Couldn't really explain that away if someone walked in right now, could you?
[He's out of breath... He needs a moment to compose himself, rein himself back in before he kisses Mehmet again. He also wouldn't be able to explain his blush, but hopefully that will fade soon enough.]
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He gropes for one of the pillows on the couch, dropping it over Mehmet's lap.]
Couldn't really explain that away if someone walked in right now, could you?
[He's out of breath... He needs a moment to compose himself, rein himself back in before he kisses Mehmet again. He also wouldn't be able to explain his blush, but hopefully that will fade soon enough.]