Bashir's arms slip easily around Abel's waist as he sits. "Right you are," he says in a low voice, before leaning up to draw the blond into another kiss. It starts out just as slow as before, but after a moment one of his hands slides up and underneath whatever top Abel's wearing to run his palm and fingers over bare skin with that same indulgence, and that puts the slightest bit more heat into his kiss.
Eventually, he breaks away only far enough to speak as his other hand joins the first one. "May I?" he asks, moving to start removing Abel's shirt entirely but pausing to wait for the response.
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Date: 2024-11-19 05:31 am (UTC)Eventually, he breaks away only far enough to speak as his other hand joins the first one. "May I?" he asks, moving to start removing Abel's shirt entirely but pausing to wait for the response.