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Adrien's hand slipped away from mine for just a moment, and I felt a pang of loss, almost like a physical ache. But then he moved closer, pressing his body against mine until there was no space left.
Our warm skin met, the heat radiating from him searing into me as he took both of our cocks in one capable hand. The first stroke of his grip around us, slick with precome, our lengths pressed tightly together, stirred a sharp gasp from my throat, louder than I intended in the dim light of the room.
Before the sound could fully escape, Adrien's mouth found mine, swallowing my noise with a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of both longing and restraint. His tongue danced with mine in sync with the slow, methodical movement of his hand, the friction doubling now, overwhelming, setting every nerve in my body alight.
