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MEME ||clearly accepting
# 39 Kiss along the HIPS
āYouāre allowed to be tired-ā āHeās not so much SMITTEN as endeared by the wolfās behavior. Three weeks into recovery ( And an eventful run in with Demons later. ) The brunet finds himself resorting to underhanded means to get his way. SEDUCTION is akin to warfare. And Peter is nothing if not learnedā āLet me take care of youā¦ā He hums sweetly against a rabbitās pulse. Careful to keep the brunt of his weight from the injured investigator. To Peter? He smells SWEET. Like puppy & pine. Eli is pliant to his touchā WARM against calloused fingertips as he eases his way down his frame. Eager in spite of self restraint. The Romani thinks the effort commendable. āCan I?āBreath hot, Peter lifts the hem of a faded t-shirt and lets his gaze flicker up to catch hazel. Thereās a small nod of assentā & the corners of his lips curve as he dips down to press his lips against a prominent HIP bone peeking out from snug gray sweats. The TANG of arousal that follows tickles his noseā& heās quick to reciprocate with another delicate line of kisses. Across the expanse. To the LEFT hipbone. āSweet puppy.ā
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