[A needy groan slips into the kiss as he pushes up against his titan, winding an arm around his shoulders so to keep him as close as possible before finally falling back with a breathy laugh. Well so much for that fondness of the chair.]
Y-you always hated paperwork. So if you brush away the ones on my desk...
[He lets the possibility hang in the air, seeing if he will catch what he means.]
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Y-you always hated paperwork. So if you brush away the ones on my desk...
[He lets the possibility hang in the air, seeing if he will catch what he means.]