[He needs to stop kissing Meyer for a while, needs to lean up and study his face for a while. He likes the way Meyer is running his hands over him, but he can tell from his face, the way he keeps taking in a sharp breath like he's going to speak any minute and then deciding against it, that it's not for the usual reasons. So he just fixes Meyer with a raised eyebrow, hand cupped on the side of his face.]
You're thinking again, Meyer, and it's fucking killing me. Come out, outs with it already.
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You're thinking again, Meyer, and it's fucking killing me. Come out, outs with it already.