[There is an initial softness to the kiss that isn't born of uncertainty but curiosity. Like a bee sampling a flower, perhaps, before Iggy's mouth firms and he lets his lips melt open. He loves kissing, loves the intimacy it affords.
His hands find Adam's hips and rest there. When he finally pulls his mouth away, Iggy beams.]
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His hands find Adam's hips and rest there. When he finally pulls his mouth away, Iggy beams.]
You're pretty good at that.