[ Sinbad doesn't pull away - he'd missed this just as deeply, after all, feeling like half of him had been missing when Ja'far turned away from him. He slides a hand to cup at the nape of Ja'far's neck, tipping his head back as he kisses him just as deeply, taking his time, tasting his lover's lips, reacquainting himself with this.
It had been too long. And longer still, for Ja'far.
He pours all that emotion he has no words for right now into the kiss instead. The ache, the craving. The apology. ]
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It had been too long. And longer still, for Ja'far.
He pours all that emotion he has no words for right now into the kiss instead. The ache, the craving. The apology. ]