Slowly he dragged his thumb over Jon's lower lip again, his own parting. It was the tiny sigh that made Jon move and bury his shaking hand in his Lin's hair, pulling him close. Their mouths found each other instantly. It wasn't soft, it wasn't fleeting. It was messy and rough and wet, all teeth and tongue and need. Their groans echoed around the small room endlessly.
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