[ He has to blink and squint a little when Claude finally tugs the blindfold off, his eyes needing to adjust to something other than blackness all over again. But his gaze is quick to find Claude’s face - faux surprise and all - as he gives a quiet chuckle and picks his head up enough to lean into that kiss. Humming softly against Claude’s lips. ]
Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.
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Ask me again in ten minutes. Maybe I’ll be able to think coherently again by then.