[He hears that in his tone, and it hurts more than it should. Mattias' hesitance feel like a cut to him rather than anything justified. He raises a hand and cups it over Mattias', tilting his head into the touches.]
I'm only grateful.
[His words are soft and hold a genuine strain, but he smiles. And it widens into something warmer at mention of the sweater. He leans into Mattias, kissing at his chin as his whole body leans against him.]
You like it, then? [His hand smooths over his thigh, under the hem of the sweater.] It warms me, as well.
[His smile softens as if in apology. It might be a trick, it might be manipulation, but that strained tone hurts him all the same. One hand leaves his face to smooth down his arm, encouraging it to continue its caresses.]
You're paraphrasing. I never said it warmed me. My legs are quite chilled. Can't you feel them?
[He raises one and pushes it against Oren's body. See? Feel how cold he is?]
[With Mattias' hand smoothing away, Oren frees the one that had been covering it. Reaching back, he smooths down along his cold leg, his hands certainly warm in comparison.]
Then it's lucky I have warmth to spare. The sweater will wrap your chest, and me, your legs. A fine arrangement.
[He laughs, rubbing his hand a little faster to create friction. It's teasing more than anything else. The true affection lies in the way his other hand slides up further and curves around to grope at his ass once more.]
I'll warm you, but don't let your drink go to waste. I have plenty other areas to kiss. [Another laugh, and he proves it with a light, teasing kiss over his heart, on top of that sweater. That horrible endearing sweater.]
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I'm only grateful.
[His words are soft and hold a genuine strain, but he smiles. And it widens into something warmer at mention of the sweater. He leans into Mattias, kissing at his chin as his whole body leans against him.]
You like it, then? [His hand smooths over his thigh, under the hem of the sweater.] It warms me, as well.
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You're paraphrasing. I never said it warmed me. My legs are quite chilled. Can't you feel them?
[He raises one and pushes it against Oren's body. See? Feel how cold he is?]
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Then it's lucky I have warmth to spare. The sweater will wrap your chest, and me, your legs. A fine arrangement.
[He laughs, rubbing his hand a little faster to create friction. It's teasing more than anything else. The true affection lies in the way his other hand slides up further and curves around to grope at his ass once more.]
I'll warm you, but don't let your drink go to waste. I have plenty other areas to kiss. [Another laugh, and he proves it with a light, teasing kiss over his heart, on top of that sweater. That horrible endearing sweater.]