"...You must be tired," He murmured, though it was soft, so soft that maybe not even the man he was speaking to could hear it. His fingers brushed away some of Ron's hair. But then...
His lips became of interest for a moment, and he found himself staring at them. Kissing. Ron had kissed him--been his first kiss... and then his second...
They always ended up kissing, somehow, when they were together, and he found himself feeling... odd, because of the way things had been left off last. Ron's boyfriend had returned. Whatever little odd... flirty thing they had going on had t come to a close. Like he said, it had been fun while it lasted. But...
A finger slowly traced along Ron's bottom lip. It was softer than it looked. His finger moved away, hand resting on Ron's chest.
He should let him sleep...
He should.... should...
Not be leaning in to kiss him, even if his mind was saying, 'just one last time'.
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His lips became of interest for a moment, and he found himself staring at them. Kissing. Ron had kissed him--been his first kiss... and then his second...
They always ended up kissing, somehow, when they were together, and he found himself feeling... odd, because of the way things had been left off last. Ron's boyfriend had returned. Whatever little odd... flirty thing they had going on had t come to a close. Like he said, it had been fun while it lasted. But...
A finger slowly traced along Ron's bottom lip. It was softer than it looked. His finger moved away, hand resting on Ron's chest.
He should let him sleep...
He should.... should...
Not be leaning in to kiss him, even if his mind was saying, 'just one last time'.