[ Tristan is definitely not stopping his onslaught of pressing and pushing, setting a series of kisses along Max's cheeks that are too enthusiastic to be the kind that begets sleepy cuddling. ]
No.
[ Reaching forward with his hands, he doesn't hesitate to slide them under Max's shirt, the way he might to leech heat off him, but instead of frigid, Tristan's skin proves to be incredibly warm. ]
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No.
[ Reaching forward with his hands, he doesn't hesitate to slide them under Max's shirt, the way he might to leech heat off him, but instead of frigid, Tristan's skin proves to be incredibly warm. ]
Max, it's back, okay? Kind of, but it's back.