[There will be no stopping of any kind. Why would there be? He rather likes where this is headed. Yet, he isn't actively helping, either. One hand is busy tangling its fingers into Luca's hair and the other hand is pressing against the small of the man's back. The forceful kissing warrants a forceful return and what with their faces smooshed up against each other, he can't see what's going on at chest level. Good luck tackling that shirt on your own, Luca.]
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