Look at you, being such a rules bastard all of a sudden. Greedy.
[But he reaches for Adrian's chin and catches it in his hand, just the way he likes it, and guides him to tip his face down to make it easier to kiss his forehead. He lingers there, the kiss fonder than a mere brush of lips; he leans into it gently, like placing a blessing.]
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[But he reaches for Adrian's chin and catches it in his hand, just the way he likes it, and guides him to tip his face down to make it easier to kiss his forehead. He lingers there, the kiss fonder than a mere brush of lips; he leans into it gently, like placing a blessing.]
Running out of places to look, too.