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Guxart’s hand was soft on their cheek as he tilted their head and leaned down. Their lips met in a hot, wet press and Keldar… didn’t feel much. It was odd, they mused, letting Guxart continue to kiss them. Not… bad. Not really. Just odd. They weren't entirely sure how they felt about it.
Guxart pulled back and grimaced.
‘No?’ he asked, stroking their cheek with his thumb.
Keldar wrinkled their nose.
‘Cuddling is better,’ they opined.
Guxart chuckled and pulled them close.
‘Cuddling I can do,’ he promised and pressed a dry kiss to the top of Keldar’s head.
