[The curse kicks in hard - beyond the momentary protest as he's pulled in, Chase's chances of overriding it are slim. And yet, though he meets the other man hip to hip and doesn't pull away - the kiss is quickly broken.
Replaced, instead, by a trail of lighter, smaller kisses, peppered down the line of his throat. Chase's lips trace the line of Thomas' jaw, until his teeth catch just below the other man's ear, his face pressed against short, dark hair.
His breath is embarrassingly short.]
You smell like her.
[He doesn't. He smells like aftershave and even that isn't in the same scents Saya uses. But this is also true. He doesn't smell of anything else.]
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Replaced, instead, by a trail of lighter, smaller kisses, peppered down the line of his throat. Chase's lips trace the line of Thomas' jaw, until his teeth catch just below the other man's ear, his face pressed against short, dark hair.
His breath is embarrassingly short.]
You smell like her.
[He doesn't. He smells like aftershave and even that isn't in the same scents Saya uses. But this is also true. He doesn't smell of anything else.]