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Pressing his fingers into Guy's hair, he held on to the kiss, pressing their bodies together in the privacy of the small room behind the curtain.

"Not a word, I swear."

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[patriotqueen]

The sight was beautiful and Guy had to bite his lip not to ruin the moment with something stupid (he'd said the word once before tonight, he didn't want this to become a continuous profession of love). He offered a kiss instead, before getting back to his work, slapping the reddening arse once more.

[extendedmetaphor]

The conflicting sensations were so disorientating - his hips jerked and he groaned softly, pushing back into whatever touches Guy offered.