[Bruno's smile widens a little. The idea that someone wants to touch him sends a flutter of warmth through him. More than that, though, it stirs that hunger again, and he realises no, he's not hungry for food or drink, and his cheeks flush. He swallows. It's clear that even a simple touch is enough to remind Bruno just how skin-hungry he is.]
I like it... [he says, not really noticing that he's running the fingers of his other hand along the other man's knuckles.]
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I like it... [he says, not really noticing that he's running the fingers of his other hand along the other man's knuckles.]