[Taashath's heart pounds and his mind races, tipping past the overthinking and all the way around to a wordless buzzing. He makes a moment of eye contact as Oren pulls back, breathing quick and uneven. He can feel the warmth of his body, and he doesn't want to move. If Oren stands up properly, he'll be gone, out of reach. Taashath desperately doesn't want that to happen.]
[He surges forward, arms going around Oren's neck to pull him in for another kiss. He makes a soft sound deep in his throat, eager.]
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[He surges forward, arms going around Oren's neck to pull him in for another kiss. He makes a soft sound deep in his throat, eager.]