[ as usual dave just lets john tug him wherever, but he idly twists his wrist out of john's grip and laces their fingers together instead. stop being weird, john. his other hand is still to the other side of john's leg, but he shifts to move it to john's knee instead, tentative and just wanting the contact and nothing more.
a quiet sigh into the kiss and yeah fuck he'll miss this. ]
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a quiet sigh into the kiss and yeah fuck he'll miss this. ]