[Trahearne's hands on his waist are all the encouragement Syrlya needs to fall forward and throw his arms around his neck as he kisses him. It's not until Trahearne pulls back that Syrlya takes a breath and tries to calm himself, his face flushed gold.]
Oh, oh, I--[He pulls back a bit, pollen shaking out of his hair.]
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Oh, oh, I--[He pulls back a bit, pollen shaking out of his hair.]