[Jon lets it linger as something soft, just savoring how painfully gentle it is. Peter does as he asks and nothing more, waiting for Jon to make the next move. Jon's hands grip Peter's shirt at the back, clinging as he closes his eyes and tries to let himself be in this moment, not the ones before.]
I love you.
[Simple words whispered against the other man's lips before Jon kisses him again, deeper this time.]
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I love you.
[Simple words whispered against the other man's lips before Jon kisses him again, deeper this time.]