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Elliot decided at that moment that he really did enjoy kissing Leo like this. Not only did it serve as an outlet for his building anger, but there was just something about the way Leo so eagerly reciprocated the action that made it worthwhile. Though they had only shared a few kisses (and all within the past week or so), this was by far Elliot’s favourite. The first time they had locked lips, it had been a rash decision on Elliot’s behalf; something stupid he probably should never have done but did not regret doing when it came down to it. The second one had been an apology that had turned into an expression of something Elliot was not able to properly convey with words alone. This one was both those combined; something sudden, yet something with meaning behind it. He was not entirely sure what that meaning was, but what he did know was that with every kiss and each nip, they both became more and more passionate, bringing them closer together in an unrestrained bout of raw emotion.

Letting go of Elliot’s shirt, Leo wound his arms around his master as he dug his fingers into Elliot’s back. Neither one of them seemed to want to break their rough kisses. Elliot’s own hands came to snake around Leo, his fingers nonchalantly untucking Leo’s shirt so that he could press his palms against the other boy’s smooth back. All he wanted was to be closer to Leo; the more contact the better. Rather than just resting his hands between his boyfriend’s back and the wall, it was now Elliot’s turn to dig his fingers into Leo’s back and rake them down, not even caring if he marred his otherwise unblemished skin.

If this served a dual purpose and gave them both end results they liked, then who the hell was Leo to argue? It’d take some time before they were both much more experienced in the ways of kissing, let alone things ever further beyond that, but they’d learn together. And since neither had active intentions of finding someone else to learn from, why stop at just a couple kisses? Why deny themselves this? Now that the only negative emotion involved was Elliot’s slowly waning anger, they were more easily able to enjoy something like this. Get into the moment, get into each other wink wonk. 

Leo hadn’t expected Elliot to move his hands anytime soon, but when they did he simply assumed Elliot’s to be mirroring his own and finding a comfortable resting place. It wasn’t until he felt his previously tucked in shirt getting pulled up and out from his trousers, and then feeling Elliot’s palm and flattened fingers on his back did he move in reaction to it yet. But then the Nightray took it a step further and dug his fingers into Leo’s bare back, and dragging his nails down as well. That was more than enough to cause a heated groan to pass the valet’s lips, and for him to falter for half a second. Seems as though someone’s Achille’s heel had been discovered; though there was the slight pain of being scratched as he was, the pleasant feelings it gave Leo outweighed the pain. And a moment later he was back to the vigor with which he was kissing Elliot with, only change now was squirming slightly where he stood, as if such an action would prevent Elliot from doing it again.

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