[Matt's smile brightens, no matter how tired he is, he feel a whole flood of good feelings rise up from his chest to his head then just go all over. John's voice sounds best resonating through the kitchen or the bathroom. It's the tiles. Of all the places he could be this is where he is.
His glasses plunk to the table top. Really not a lot of prompting was required. Both arms go around the other man's middle. He presses his face close to his neck and holds him tight.]
Missed you so much.
[With his voice this low, feeling this close he gives him a peck below his ear. Matt doesn't let go, mindful that John's working at the stove he'll simply cling and mold his body as being dressed and standing allows.]
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His glasses plunk to the table top. Really not a lot of prompting was required. Both arms go around the other man's middle. He presses his face close to his neck and holds him tight.]
Missed you so much.
[With his voice this low, feeling this close he gives him a peck below his ear. Matt doesn't let go, mindful that John's working at the stove he'll simply cling and mold his body as being dressed and standing allows.]
Hi, baby.