[Oh, god, yes.... This serves to melt Bruno further, the breathy sounds in his throat growing hungrier. His hands come up to slip into Otto's hair, short claws gentle against his scalp. He arches under the hands on his skin and a moan hums into the join of their lips. It seems he really likes to be rubbed and caressed there. Almost desperately he drags soft hands along Otto's shoulders, then around to his back, keen to return even a little of the bliss growing in him, layered on with every touch and kiss. They roam blindly over the other man's sides and middle and chest, searching for what would melt him the way Bruno himself was melting.]
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