[It's cute, he thinks, to see Hans like this. Watching their hands, hesitating between words, worrying. It's clear what's happening here and Oren loves every minute of it, genuinely. He gives that hand another squeeze as he turns to face Hans in his lean.
Slowly, he kisses at the corner of his mouth. It feels thoughtful, deeper.]
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Slowly, he kisses at the corner of his mouth. It feels thoughtful, deeper.]
So am I.