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[notonemoment]

Jul 23, 2017

He knows things are back to normal immediately, and a smile spreads across his face. He can't help it. He might have gotten to where he didn't hate the female form Darrow had given him, but it still hadn't been his form. This is his body, he can feel that instantly, and it's such a relief that he actually laughs a little to himself.

Agron is still asleep next to him, and Steve rolls onto him, squishing the flat, muscular plane of his chest against Agron's, and he rubs his stubbly jaw against Agron's cheek.

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[notonemoment]

Steve groans a little, for a moment just caught up in the feel of Agron rubbing him. He can't bring himself to answer; he swings his arm wildly for the last place he'd known the lube to be. He closes his fingers around it, then presses deeper into the kiss with a hungry sound. Blindly, he finds Agron's free hand and presses the lube into it.

[osten_des_rhein]

The clumsy, blind hand off made Agron laugh softly against Agron's mouth. Doing all of this when he was so focused on kissing wasn't the easiest, but he refused to give up kissing.

He worked quickly, slicking fingers and sliding them inside. Every moment seemed a bit like an agony.

[notonemoment]

Steve makes a low sound as he feels Agron's fingers press in. He moves his hips to meet him, but grips his jaw, trying to keep him tight into the kiss. He loves the feel of their stubble rasping together, loves that he can actually feel that again.

[osten_des_rhein]

Agron groaned against the kiss. He had no intention of moving away from it, too intent on it now, but he stayed as focused as possible. There was desperation singing in him now, in both of them he knew. A week felt like a year, in that moment, even if they'd managed some fumbling together.

He stroked Steve lazily with his other hand, fingers working swiftly because he wanted this now. He was rushing. He needed the rush of it.

He slicked Steve's cock just a moment before easing his fingers out, replacing one stretch for another as he sank down on him with a soft groan against his mouth.

[notonemoment]

"Oh, fuck," he breathes. There's just something indescribably perfect about feeling Agron around him. He slides his hands to Agron's hips, clutching, and smears a kiss against his jaw.

[osten_des_rhein]

For a moment, as he sank, Agron didn't want to move at all. He took Steve in, and it felt a bit like what he imagined paradise to be like. He'd had moments like this before, after long periods of abstinence, when he was reunited with passion again. He recalled the first time he'd lain with Nasir like this, the feeling of rapture. And then he set the thought aside, and focused on this one instead.

He curled his fingers against Steve's head and clutched at him, settling all the way down and breathing raggedly for a moment. It was all desperation.