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Skittery ran his hands up Race's naked chest, drawing a slight gasp and causing Race to shudder slightly. One of his hands moved to Race's shoulder, holding him down and in place, fingernails digging slightly into his skin. The other continued to trace the lines of Race's chest, as Skittery sprawled next to him, his lithe body pressing against Race's.
Fingers, and finally lips grazed Race's body, sending shivers down Race's spine, straight to his pelvis; he arched his back and thrust upwards, needing more, and it was only Skittery's firm hand on his shoulder that anchored him in place.