Reeling. From the vibrations of the crowd and the rush of red and yellow glazing his vision. Reeling from this sensation of running his fingers through black hair that is not his own.
David greedily takes a fistful of sweat-soaked fabric and pulls himself close to the man whose heartbeat he tries to catch in his palm. Pressing a kiss to
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Not only is this exactly what happened (must be!), but it's also wonderfully written and intense and mmmmmmh. OMG, I love you for writing this. Well, not only for this, but - you know. Beautiful.
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*adds to memories*
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