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((This got away from me at the end and I’m almost thinking DO ANOTHER but idk what do you think))

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He had expected, or at least thought, that kissing Charles Vane would be like kissing the rim of a wine bottle that had recently been spilled.

In a way he was right; Vane tasted like alcohol, his lips were cool and lax. But apart from that it was altogether more controlled than he’d thought. Charles kissed with determination, with hunger and control in equal measure. He put a large hand on either side of Flint’s face and held him steady as they kissed. And James was kissing back, he felt starved for touch, needed it like air, wanted to be devoured if only for a little while and to feel that desperation echoed-

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