[Daan's tongue rests against his lip - he touches it gently with his own in reply. The kiss feels like a horse he is doing his very best to keep the reins yanked back. He needs to stay under control.]
[It is so easy to lose control, because the intensity of it with Daan is enough to immolate them.]
[He pulls back only a smidge, voice rough as he whispers.]
I wish we were back in the apartment already. I miss you.
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[It is so easy to lose control, because the intensity of it with Daan is enough to immolate them.]
[He pulls back only a smidge, voice rough as he whispers.]
I wish we were back in the apartment already. I miss you.