[It's a somewhat bony shoulder, but warm, and Bruno puts his hand over Otto's as though to hold it there. He's not sure why he's relieved, but he is. The question then becomes where to go from there? His gaze darts for a moment, then he steps forward, pressing himself into the other man's arms. A slight tremble of need runs through him but he's determined to keep this light. He grins, hands roaming over the other man's chest.]
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Now... how far do we wanna take this?