[Like so many other things about him, Bruno's hair is soft, its curls tending to try to wind around Otto's fingertips. He purrs softly at this touch, only audible in this warm silence. His hands slide upward and he lifts his head, glowing eyes lidded and warm again. After a beat he tugs the other man into an impulsive kiss, his lips already hot to the touch.
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This is what he'd been hungry for, he realises.]