“Maybe you should try being less insulting and condescending,” Gar retorts
and his hands hadn’t left Dorrek’s chest after pushing him and... dammit
that growl.
Gar doesn’t know why he does it. The growl? The anger, the memory of their
conversation in the next room, the sight of Dorrek’s unclothed body... or
maybe it was the months and months that Dorrek had been the only thing
resembling kind.
But for whatever reason Gar reaches to the back of Dorrek’s head as he
leans up and pressed their mouths together. He could say it was because he
was tired of arguing but that would only be half true.
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“Maybe you should try being less insulting and condescending,” Gar retorts and his hands hadn’t left Dorrek’s chest after pushing him and... dammit that growl.
Gar doesn’t know why he does it. The growl? The anger, the memory of their conversation in the next room, the sight of Dorrek’s unclothed body... or maybe it was the months and months that Dorrek had been the only thing resembling kind.
But for whatever reason Gar reaches to the back of Dorrek’s head as he leans up and pressed their mouths together. He could say it was because he was tired of arguing but that would only be half true.