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Colden's lips finally quirked into a smile and he leaned down, pressing featherlight kisses against his jaw and neck as his fingers continued their massage.

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Asher let out a long, low sigh.
"Mm." His arms flexed with his restraint, wanting to hug Colden - and other things less cozy.

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"You sound like you're enjoying it much more now," Colden whispered, nibbling on Asher's earlobe with his teeth.

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Asher's eyes closed tightly. "Mhm." He rolled over, dragging Colden with him so Colden was hovering over him, legs on either side of Asher's waist.

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Colden kissed down his neck, inhaling the scent of Asher's skin. You wouldn't think that people could smell distinct, but they did. You could only notice when being this close with them.

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Asher relaxed.
Some parts of him were still very eager, but his legs drew up, cradling them both under the covers. He made a soft, quiet moaning noise in his throat, neck stretching up to be a fine, white column under Colden's lips. His hands fisted in Colden's hair, drawing him closer.

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Colden's tongue poked out from between his lips, tracing Asher's Adam's apple and pulse point. He wasn't moving away from his lover anytime soon, but there was nothing rushed about him.

He took his time, mapping out the expanse of the boy's neck with his mouth.

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Asher was content as a cat.
His neck tattoos ran under Colden's mouth, hands still in the boy's hair, the tattoos across his arms seeming to throb.
Not many had tattoos that seemed to throb.
It came with being a Shadowhunter, a werewolf - and being with Colden.
His blood rushed faster, body reacted better, his senses sharper.

The touch of Colden's tongue nearly did him in, and Asher gave a low whine.

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He drew away, pulling back to look down at Asher's facial expression, "Am I teasing you too much?" he hummed, letting his hands trace their way down his chest.

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Asher opened his eyes, right into Colden's face.
His lips quirked into a smile, a hint of a smirk around the edges.
"Never. Never stop touching me. Never stop kissing me. Never stop loving me." He stroked his thumb over Colden's bottom lip, lightly tugging it before rearing up, kissing him gently. It was so soft, so loving - and so needy.
He didn't know how to give words or actions to the love and need he felt.

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Colden returned the kiss, one hand pulling Asher closer by his hips. He himself was not a needy guy by nature. He could be pretty passive and non-demanding of others. But he was willing to give, to touch, to love. Asher's request were not hard to grant.

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Asher tore himself away from Colden.
"You might not be allowed to show your face tomorrow." He giggled, then his face sobered. "Why don't you ask about my tattoos? Or my piercings?" His body shifted away from Colden. "Why aren't you disgusted by the scars? By this body?"

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"I was going to take the time to ask," Colden rolled onto his side, facing him, "I wouldn't ask all at once- it might overwhelm you. We have the time to talk about all of this, don't we? What's the rush?"

He paused, mulling over the words in his head, "And I don't see what I'd be disgusted by."

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Asher rolled away from Colden, hiding under the covers. "But I'm hideous." He peeked up at Colden and randomly glomped him, squishing him tight to his chest. "I love you."

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"Whoa, whoa, I love you too," Colden murmured, pulling away to look at him, "But you're not hideous, Asher. We all have scars. They are part of who you are, a reminder of the past. They do not make you ugly."

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Asher sighed softly, burying his face into Colden's hair. "Mm." He hugged him tighter, giving a soft whine.

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Colden's face pressed against Asher's chest and he sighed, giving him kisses through his shirt. He wound his arms around the boy's waist and held him close, "Don't call yourself hideous," he mumbled.

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Asher laughed.
"Alright." He covered himself up with the blanket, snuggling deep into Colden's warmth.

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"I'll see you in the morning, okay?" He kissed his chin and closed his eyes, body already begging for sleep.

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"Mmkay." Asher pulled on boxers - didn't want to penetrate the sore lover in the middle of the night - and rolled over, tugging Colden with him, holding him tightly.