[ While Alby has met a whole slew of people taller than him, there's just something... good about this. His hands settle in a perfect fit, and he thumbs a little at the soft skin of his cheek with the light press of lips. It's all simple but pleasant and warm, Newt's mouth soft and his slender fingers seeping faint heat against his hips where they've settled.
Everything is just good, and keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that he's... kissing a stranger.
Mouth soft and almost sweet, one hand slips down to frame the side of his neck as he leans into the kiss a little more, meets him as he shifts into his hands. And just like that, it feels like the kiss is a little more than something small the way it'd started. ]
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Everything is just good, and keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that he's... kissing a stranger.
Mouth soft and almost sweet, one hand slips down to frame the side of his neck as he leans into the kiss a little more, meets him as he shifts into his hands. And just like that, it feels like the kiss is a little more than something small the way it'd started. ]