A time for tenderness

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Almost every kiss started with a brush of Kotetsu's lips to the corner of his mouth, and following that, the warm close of Kotetsu's lips over his own – against the pout of his lower lip, all with a scrape of teeth and a gentle worrying of that warm tongue. Barnaby felt himself simply melt, and with the groan that escaped through the slight slackening of his jaw, Kotetsu kissed him deeper – tongue a sinuous drag over his own, hands grasping for each others' hair, and breath hitching with the slight clumsiness, pure eagerness that came from a day's worth of pent up need.