[ He's being pushy, he thinks he is, and there's a muttered apology on his lips before he leans in to catch Dolph's lips into another kiss. He manages to avoid any uncomfortable teeth clacking, but there's a sound lost into the kiss this time, something desperate and wanting, needy.
His hands settle at Dolph's hips, flesh and bone half-gloved fingers pressing past fabric to touch where he hasn't before, over warm skin — anything. There's hesitation at the edge of it, unasked questions. ]
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His hands settle at Dolph's hips, flesh and bone half-gloved fingers pressing past fabric to touch where he hasn't before, over warm skin — anything. There's hesitation at the edge of it, unasked questions. ]