[It hadn't hurt that those brushes had continued for a bit of their walk to the safehouse- or that Reaper had gone and grabbed his hand, causing them to walk the rest of it hand-in-hand. No one there to see, no outside influence pushing them to do this. This was all their own doing.
Mistake or not, they were following through.
The table creaked under him, the weight of just being pushed back against it as he met that kiss with a low noise of his own. A hand cupping the back of Reaper's head with fingers curled in to that longer hair, mouths fit together as he let teeth nip and even bite when he caught on to how much Reaper was enjoying how sharp of a bite he could make. A leg even hooked around the man's hip as if 76 needed to make room for him to fit in closer against him.
One foot kept firmly planted, bracing himself more on it and Reaper than the table his ass was pressed against.]
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Mistake or not, they were following through.
The table creaked under him, the weight of just being pushed back against it as he met that kiss with a low noise of his own. A hand cupping the back of Reaper's head with fingers curled in to that longer hair, mouths fit together as he let teeth nip and even bite when he caught on to how much Reaper was enjoying how sharp of a bite he could make. A leg even hooked around the man's hip as if 76 needed to make room for him to fit in closer against him.
One foot kept firmly planted, bracing himself more on it and Reaper than the table his ass was pressed against.]