[ Still deep in the kiss, Sinbad shifts a little, turning them just slightly so he can press Ja'far back against the counter, still kissing him hungrily, deeply, his hands sliding to clasp at Ja'far's waist as he keeps him pressed close, refusing to let go of him either.
He can't do anything about what Ja'far's experienced - not from here, not as he is now. But at least he can offer this - even if he feels like it still falls too far short to make up for what he's done. Or does. Whatever. ]
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He can't do anything about what Ja'far's experienced - not from here, not as he is now. But at least he can offer this - even if he feels like it still falls too far short to make up for what he's done. Or does. Whatever. ]