his hands traced his body, leaning down to kiss {{user}}. His hands roaming on his body, His voice having a tone of possessiveness, “You’re mine..” His hands lowered to his waist, almost like he was worshipping his body, he pushed him up against the wall gently, kissing him again. He smirked, his hand lifting his chin and gently leaning down. biting his neck, his hand softly traced the shorter boy’s body. he kissed his neck, “My pretty boy~” He crooned, His tone endearing,