♥ in which the very odd day continues.

[branbach]

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"Oh," Bran gasps, wonderingly, sliding his hands up Toby's chest in the wake of the shirt. This is all so good and so strange; he's drunk on the aphrodisiac and the intoxicating warmth of Toby's skin.

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[wished_away]

Toby, instead of rashly throwing the shirt, merely set it to the side. The feeling of the other's hand is enough to earn a small noise, not quite a groan but definitely not English. Not any paticular language. Without really thinking about it, he moved to kiss the other's neck. Then his shoulder, clothed as it was.

[branbach]

Bran swallows, his neck tensing beneath Toby's lips, but oh, goodgoodgood. "Please--" he breathes, leaning back a little, just enough to get the edge of his shirt in his fingers and pull it up.

[wished_away]

Toby would not keep the other waiting, of course. Rudeness was not tolerable, right? He pulled back, allowing the other to remove his shirt before looking him over. His lips returned much to the same place where they had been. It was horrible to think, but the Valentine's so far was getting him... pretty good at that kind of thing. His hands slid along the other boy's stomach, not quite sure but firm.

[branbach]

Bran's experience is admittedly limited to Things He's Done Today, but as far as he's concerned, Toby is doing everything absolutely right. His skin is so warm, the heat going right to his head, and he wraps his arms around Toby again eagerly.