-Which was fine. Midare shifted his way off of the bench, lowering down and settling his light weight onto Ren's lap, letting his length smoothly snug its way against his backside as he did so. No words were spoken, Midare's eyes fluttering shut as he closed the distance between their lips, taking Ren's in a tender, gentle kiss, his hands moving to wrap about the other man's shoulders, rubbing at the muscles there, humming in delight.
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See? Easy. Touching, kissing, moving...-