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[ilovemykilt]

[ continued from here ]"Me either," Yorick says, feeling all warm and crazy, because holy shit, he's a whole package? "But you're...fuck, your mouth was like, made for kissing. And don't you fucking laugh, I haven't even kissed you and I already know

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[alas_yorick]

"Priestly, right," Yorick murmurs, moans soft against his lips at the feel of his hands and mouth. He's kind of drunk, and apparently maybe a little gay, but he doesn't give a fuck. Not when he's got his tongue in Priestly's mouth.

[ilovemykilt]

They're rapidly reaching a point where they should probably talk about this or at least think about this or something, but Priestly doesn't. He knows how to say no and he's pretty sure Yorick does too so as long as neither of them does, well, that's just a big green light as far as he's concerned.

That's when he goes for it and slides a hand down just under the waistband of Yorick's pants, by the small of his back.

[alas_yorick]

Yorick hums appreciatively, shifting toward Priestly to give his hand some more room. He's not sure what Priestly's looking for back there, do dudes like other dudes asses the way guys like women's asses? It's a hard question to ponder in this state. Instead, he tweaks Priestly's nipple, wondering if that's something that crosses over, too.

[ilovemykilt]

Priestly hisses a little and his fingers press into skin, clutching Yorick tighter. Okay yeah, yeah, that's good. They can keep doing that as long as they like, maybe with a little more rubbing thrown in.