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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
Wait what no — oh. Cuddling. Cuddling is also good. Lindsay cuddles up to Ashley. "Good morning."
Yes. Good. Lindsay is very in favor of all of those things; he's soft and pliant and warm and happy in Ashley's arms.
Ashley runs his hands along Lindsay's back, then scratches him and murmurs "my husband" into his mouth.
He melts even more into Ashley's chest. "Your husband," he agrees.
Lindsay presses his face into Ashley's shoulder and lets his hand run down Ashley's side.
Ashley moans and digs his teeth into Lindsay's shoulder as if he's trying to hold onto something.
Oh — oh, that's — he was intending to start slow, Ashley has conspicuously not initiated anything that would involve Lindsay touching his cock, but he finds himself speeding up now.
Ashley's fingers are digging in hard into Lindsay's back and his teeth are in Lindsay's shoulder like if he stopped holding on he would fall apart.
Lindsay puts his other hand in Ashley's hair and bites his shoulder and keeps his hand moving.
He's shuddering across his entire body and getting close to finishing.
(If Lindsay is paying enough attention, he might notice that Ashley's body language is-- flickering.)
...yes. He does notice that.
He bites harder, pulls Ashley's hair.
Lindsay kisses him back, keeps pulling his hair.
(He debates putting a hand on the back of Ashley's neck, decides not to.)
He's breathing heavily, his whole body is shaking-- he wants to touch Lindsay, to help him finish, but his hands won't do anything except grope uselessly at Lindsay's back--
"Are you all right," he says into Ashley's mouth, keeps kissing him.
"Yes. I-- I'm great actually, I--" and it breaks off into a moan when he brushes against Lindsay's hip.
He nods and goes back to kissing, bites down on Ashley's lower lip.
He puts one hand on the back of Ashley's head and runs the other through Ashley's hair.
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