"Mmph," Making a quiet noise into the kiss, Chris urged it to go on, to keep this contact, this feeling. He wanted to feel like this all the time, to be as happy, as sated, as safe as he felt at that moment with Toby. It had been the opposite when the man had said he was at a bar-Chris had been angry, wound up and felt insecure in even the most basic of feelings. He had been off balance without Toby and right then he felt complete. Of course, he didn't know how to voice those words, but the moment the kiss finally ended, his eyes blinking open to look down at Toby, it was all there to read from them, his hand smoothing up Toby's chest to cup his cheek.
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