His hands drop to Burr's waist, when he comes in for a kiss -- strokes along his ribs, to his hips. Feeling the solidity of him, his physical presence, the swell of breath in his body.
"You've made me insatiable," Thomas confesses, short of breath, again. Perhaps, even, Burr has done too well, in awakening him from his grieved slumber. It scares him, and and it makes him want Burr to full more than an emptiness in his bed.
Which is silly. He barely knows the man.
Jefferson drives a hybrid, electric and fuel both. Not a Tesla. One might expect someone as rich as him to have spent as much as he could on a luxury car, but he didn't care to; he was more interested in environmental impact, at the time. Inside, though, he sets his phone in the cupholder and it lights up, from apparently a wireless charger.
"The address?" Jefferson asks, fingers hovering over the screen for the GPS. He realizes then that Burr wouldn't necessarily want Jefferson knowing the adddress so: "Or... I suppose somewhere nearby?"
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"You've made me insatiable," Thomas confesses, short of breath, again. Perhaps, even, Burr has done too well, in awakening him from his grieved slumber. It scares him, and and it makes him want Burr to full more than an emptiness in his bed.
Which is silly. He barely knows the man.
Jefferson drives a hybrid, electric and fuel both. Not a Tesla. One might expect someone as rich as him to have spent as much as he could on a luxury car, but he didn't care to; he was more interested in environmental impact, at the time. Inside, though, he sets his phone in the cupholder and it lights up, from apparently a wireless charger.
"The address?" Jefferson asks, fingers hovering over the screen for the GPS. He realizes then that Burr wouldn't necessarily want Jefferson knowing the adddress so: "Or... I suppose somewhere nearby?"