[Seven minutes feels like a real long time, when it's too dark to see and there's no way to gauge the time, and the only thing to distract you is someone else's lips. And they are distracting, Hurricane finds, flushing darker and shifting in a little nearer, almost despite himself.]
[His hands hover, uncertain, before settling at K's waist. His lips part, just slightly, into the kiss.]
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[K blinks, but that's easy to miss, in the darkness--
[That's an okay, isn't it? Sure, it's hesitant - as hesitant as he feels - but, well, it's not like Hurricane hates this, right?
[Right?
[He's not much less uncertain of himself this time, but he kisses him again anyway.
[It's what they're meant to be doing, isn't it?
[How long is seven minutes?]
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[His hands hover, uncertain, before settling at K's waist. His lips part, just slightly, into the kiss.]