[ He steps just a little closer, taking a braid in his hand, tugging his head down to meet him at his level, eyes half lidded. He kisses him, open-mouthed and hungry as his eyes close. There's the beginning of a moan as his brows knit. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against one of Kiehl's horns, catching his breath. His voice comes firm. ]
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I am. Strip.