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Rome lifted his hand, sliding it from Raffy’s collarbone lower along his torso, his fingers playing with the fabric and the buttons of Raffy’s shirt, slowly undoing them as he went.
Raffy leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Go on," he said softly. "I know you’ve been staring at me all night."
Rome’s hand slid to Raffy’s waist and suddenly pulled him closer, the movement quick and impatient.
"You wanted my attention," Rome leaned closer to his ear, whispering in a barely audible voice. "Now you have it, so wha are we waiting for?"
Raffy’s fingers slid lightly along Rome’s shoulder. "Waiting?" he repeated softly. "I’m not waiting for anything."
Raffy’s fingers curled around Rome’s neck, his knuckles whitening slightly as he tightened his grip just enough to pull him closer. The movement was sudden, impatient.
Their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss, messy and hungry, like two storms colliding after building pressure for far too long.
Raffy sees Rome in a bar DJing and asks him to spend time together after work (aka normal RomeRaffy weekday)