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[ And it's like you're drawing out the air that he so desperately needs in his lungs every time you kiss him, so much so that his lips try to chase after yours each time you break away from them. The tension running through his body is no longer from stress, but wanting too much, and it's building in his limbs, making them hum, making him strain just a little against the tie binding his wrists together.

There's a soft noise at the way you're touching him, eyebrows knitting, stomach flexing underneath your fingertips. It's like he hasn't decided whether he's content with this for the moment or he'd like you to do more. ]