Fuck.

That sound... It does things to me I can't explain. I can't put into words. I kinda wish I could. Wish I was smarter, wish I was better at this shit, just so I'd know what to call this.

I don't have enough fucking hands. All the places I want to touch him... I can't manage it, but holding him open seems more important, keeping his head tilted just so, sucking on his tongue, the kiss sliding off center, smearing wet and messy along the line of his jaw, murmuring his name against his skin.