[every gently placed kiss along his skin pulls a shiver or a small sound out of Luke, as he watches Raphael through half lidded eyes. for all that he'd been undressed in front of others in the past (namely the maids in his manor), he never felt as exposed as he is now (despite what had just transpired between them). a part of him almost curls up as his shirt is stripped off, but the compliment, followed by the ripple of resonance throughout his body pushes any of those uncertain thoughts away. Luke's eyes flutter closed as Raphael kisses him again, arms sliding around the back of his neck to pull him down more. he can feel himself growing desperate again, as he kisses the archangel back, his body arching into his touch to silently ask for more]
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