[ Byerly keeps that lead for as long as he can, pressing Ocelot into the room and back against the wall. By is lanky and lean, but he's damnably tall, and so he uses that height well. His long limbs, too. He drapes himself luxuriantly over Ocelot, pressing skin to skin, slipping his hand downwards to undress him with the lazy grace of someone who is truly practiced at this art. ]
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