[ As Cambridge leans forward, so does Oxford, just a little bit, his hands reaching up to very tentatively rest on the bare skin just above Cambridge's boxers. The movement of his body towards the other man is slight, but significant. He closes his eyes at the kiss, his brow furrowing deeply as he tries to keep himself in check. The telepathic leak appears to be an opening of floodgates; now that the emotion has wriggled its way out into the open, Oxford can't seem to stop it from sinking into the rest of him. Exhaling heavily, he can't help but drop his head yet again, keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut. ]
I didn't mean for that to happen. [ There's a tightness in his voice, forced by the sudden lump in his throat. ] And I'm afraid I seem to have rather a heavy chin...
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I didn't mean for that to happen. [ There's a tightness in his voice, forced by the sudden lump in his throat. ] And I'm afraid I seem to have rather a heavy chin...