by PR Zed
Written for the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community
He leans against the wall of his flat, wearing too tight jeans and a shirt open three buttons more than is decent. His thumbs are hooked in his belt and a satisfied smirk lurks at the corners of his mouth.
Am I going to let him get away with it, looking like a debauched angel? Fucked if I am.
I move close and closer still until there's only room for breath between us, breath and heat. Then I put my hand on his belt buckle and pull.
"What took you so long?" he asks.
A kiss is my only answer.
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