[His hand slips the yukata further off of his shoulders. The scars do something for him, a pleased noise escaping him, even muffled by the kiss. Nero shifts closer, his body pressed up against Barton's.
He moves just far enough away to speak, lips brushing against his. Heart thudding in his chest, cheeks flushed.]
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He moves just far enough away to speak, lips brushing against his. Heart thudding in his chest, cheeks flushed.]
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