[ He smiles into the kiss, one hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in Claude's dark locks, tugging him closer as he shivers from the wet slide of the washcloth over heated, sensitive skin. ]
I'm not sure whether to be insulted at that, or charmed by the unexpected display of romanticism.
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[ He smiles into the kiss, one hand reaching up to tangle his fingers in Claude's dark locks, tugging him closer as he shivers from the wet slide of the washcloth over heated, sensitive skin. ]
I'm not sure whether to be insulted at that, or charmed by the unexpected display of romanticism.