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Doyle opened his eyes, to find Bodie's looking down at him, pale, very pale. Still and silent, both of them, only the uneven, wild rhythm of their breathing between them. Bodie spread his knees a little more, shifting part of his weight on them, bent his head and placed his lips on Doyle's, softly, feather-like. Doyle's arms went around Bodie, palms massaging up and down the tense back, gently, slowly, soothing.

"I...can't...." Whispered words, brushing Doyle's lips.

"Yes, you can."

"Not like this. No. No." Shaking his head, Bodie, moving backwards, shifting Doyle's legs from his shoulders.

Doyle wrapped his thighs around Bodie's waist. "It's okay, mate." His left hand cupped Bodie's neck, pulling him down, mouth and tongue and lips ready to kiss. Bodie lost himself in the kiss, and after a while Doyle started to rock gently under him, and Bodie fucked Doyle then, just as gently, moving in and out of him, carefully, kissing him and holding him tight against himself, then trembling and finally coming, shaking so hard, shaking inside Doyle, mute, oh for so long.


from The Snowman With the Dark Coat by Castalia



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