![]() ![]() He leaned forward, brushing his lips over that beautiful mouth. ![]() He brought his other hand up to trace the elegant lines of Jason's high cheekbones, long lashes, his dark brows. The hair was soft and he buried his fingers in it, reveling in the feel of the short strands gliding against his palm, tickling his skin. Micah traced the curve of a fine ear, the strong tendons of Jason's neck. Very much like Jason, so smooth on the surface, but unyielding, strong underneath. He ran his thumb across Jason's lower lip, noting the velvety softness overlaying the firm chin with its thatch of hair placed in the center. ![]() Lifting his head, Micah ran his fingers over Jason's square jaw, whispering across the silky stubble framing the edges of the goatee. He bowed his head for a moment and a soft sound came out, like an extended groan. Micah put out a hand and splayed his fingers across Jason's collarbone, whispering his lover's name, a question in his voice. ![]()
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