[Syrlya squeaks as he's pulled into another kiss, and not he's not entirely certain any of this is real. Maybe he slipped in the kitchen and hit is head and this is all a fever dream?
... But if it is, he doesn't want it to stop yet. So he presses his hand against Trahearne's chest and slowly relaxes as the second kiss is softer and calmer.]
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... But if it is, he doesn't want it to stop yet. So he presses his hand against Trahearne's chest and slowly relaxes as the second kiss is softer and calmer.]