❰ they may have kissed many times now, but rarely have they kissed like this. lalli's not sure why, anymore. maybe they should have.
now emil's hand slides back down and lalli's middle tenses, preparing for the inadvertent tickle of light fingertips on skin - but instead, the swede grabs a handful of shirt and drags it upward. lalli's brow knits, confused about how exactly this demand's going to be met the way they are now, but he tries to wriggle a bit to oblige and let the shirt inch its way out from under him. his free hand, the one tangled in blonde hair, drops down out of the way of emil's endeavor to instead slip feather-light fingers under the hem of the swede's own shirt. ❱
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now emil's hand slides back down and lalli's middle tenses, preparing for the inadvertent tickle of light fingertips on skin - but instead, the swede grabs a handful of shirt and drags it upward. lalli's brow knits, confused about how exactly this demand's going to be met the way they are now, but he tries to wriggle a bit to oblige and let the shirt inch its way out from under him. his free hand, the one tangled in blonde hair, drops down out of the way of emil's endeavor to instead slip feather-light fingers under the hem of the swede's own shirt. ❱