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"How often do you bite your lips? There is no living place on them," the man says, touching them with fingertips.
The operator runs the back of hand along the contours of the face of a beloved person, touching the sharp cheekbones, while the engineer peacefully rests on the partner's lap, closing eyes and exhaling softly.
"I've been nervous a lot lately," The guy croaks, confessing.
The engineer brings a thin hand to a healthy one, sliding along it with thin rough fingers, clasping soft and tender ones, slightly squeezing, enclosing the palm in a kind of embrace.
"I'm afraid that with such a psychological state there is a chance to catch an infection," The videographer explains with a sigh. "Don't want it to lead to complications."
The man makes slow movements with free hand, stroking the shaved head of the guy until he touches the torn places. The technologist hisses unpleasantly, and the operator frowns, examining the wounds closer, shaking his head.
"Again?" Shifting gaze to his partner, a male voice asks. "I'm not angry, but you know I'm worried about this issue."
The engineer slowly opens eyelids, waiting for his vision to focus, and then raises dull blue eyes to native person, meeting with dark, burning brown, reminiscent of a freshly plowed field. The guy watches in silence for a while, enjoying the already familiar, beloved eye contact, which was able to pierce the aching heart, ignited a spark of hope.
"I have been processing it quite recently, but only a small percentage is felt," the young man says calmly, pronouncing.
Clancy gently smiles with the tips of him lips, sinking closer to native soul, touching the guy's face with long dark curls of hair, forcing him to snort, while the lower one tremblingly removes them behind the man's ear, revealing a pale tired, but unknowingly beloved face. Lucas touches the artist's beard with the pads of fingers, circling it until a couple of lovers touch each other's noses with the tips, hinting at intimacy. The guys' lips meet, inviting them to a gentle kiss. The romantic process is carried out at a slow pace, giving the opportunity to enjoy the moment and feel affection, which is not customary to speak out loud. There is a warm pulling feeling that begins its journey with the mind, clouding it, moving into the fragile chest, sharing a small portion with the stomach. The action ends at this moment, until one of the lovers pulls away, exhaling into the lips of the person opposite.
"The taste of iron."