[He strokes his friend-now-lover a few more times, coaxing him through the climax. They're both needy and desperate by now, but Lee pushes his own desires aside, as always. Jesus, they're a mess. Walker guts and now this. But Lee doesn't care, really. Stuff washes out. This is the apocalypse. It's not like they can just go take a shower anytime.
He wipes his hand off on the bed next to him, then slips his arms around Ken and holds him there. Lee is warm and his embrace is strong without smothering; he takes the time to kiss at the spot between Ken's neck and shoulder.]
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He wipes his hand off on the bed next to him, then slips his arms around Ken and holds him there. Lee is warm and his embrace is strong without smothering; he takes the time to kiss at the spot between Ken's neck and shoulder.]
Hmm. Feeling any better?