[Dean's going to take that as permission to touch more. His hand curls around Mello's wrist and slides slowly up his bare arm. The gun callouses on his hand scratch lightly over the surface of Mello's skin. As they walk, he looks for some place they might slip into. Surely a sex planet had to have hotels, right?]
I do my best persuading behind closed doors, so just wait and see.
[When he finally finds a likely spot, he tips his head toward the door and heads that way, his hand never stopping its slow, meandering path back and forth along Mello's arm.]
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I do my best persuading behind closed doors, so just wait and see.
[When he finally finds a likely spot, he tips his head toward the door and heads that way, his hand never stopping its slow, meandering path back and forth along Mello's arm.]
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