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The book of love is long and boring
Sam laughed - if he had known on the way over that he alone had been imagining what they might do in his shower when they got home, he would have been mortified. Perhaps it was fortunate they'd not discovered their mistake until the very last moment.
He was not sure what he was expecting from Loren as he watched the other man enter, but the kiss was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Sam hummed happily into the contact, leaning up and rest his hands on Loren's shoulders; perhaps it had been more of a background thought but he realised then that was rather attracted to the Launceleyn indeed, especially when he could feel the lean muscle of his arms through his shirt, could taste the alcohol on his lips.
Pulling away just enough to speak, he spoke, voice distracted as his eyes searched Loren's face for something: "I meant it, earlier. When I said you were handsome." Pressing another shorter kiss to Loren's mouth his hand began to pull at his shirt, hoping to prompt the man to take it off so they could get to their main plan, now finding himself very eager indeed.
He was not sure what he was expecting from Loren as he watched the other man enter, but the kiss was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Sam hummed happily into the contact, leaning up and rest his hands on Loren's shoulders; perhaps it had been more of a background thought but he realised then that was rather attracted to the Launceleyn indeed, especially when he could feel the lean muscle of his arms through his shirt, could taste the alcohol on his lips.
Pulling away just enough to speak, he spoke, voice distracted as his eyes searched Loren's face for something: "I meant it, earlier. When I said you were handsome." Pressing another shorter kiss to Loren's mouth his hand began to pull at his shirt, hoping to prompt the man to take it off so they could get to their main plan, now finding himself very eager indeed.
No one can lift the damn thing
