I can't think of anything better to do right now. [And he really, really can't. As embarrassing as that conversation with Zevran was, being with Teddy tends to kill his inhibitions more than he'd care to admit. His gaze drifts very briefly to the sink, then dismissively away. The dishes aren't going to rot just because he isn't washing them right now, and Teddy's hands are going places that are much more demanding of his attention.
Long story short, he likes the idea. His hands shift to grip Teddy's shoulders, arching a bit into his touch. How does he always know just where to do that?]
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Long story short, he likes the idea. His hands shift to grip Teddy's shoulders, arching a bit into his touch. How does he always know just where to do that?]