[ He ignores the flowers, the telusa, the crossbow. His intent is all on Garrus like a physical weight, and soon he's crossing the space to press himself fully against the turian's front. Imperious, he reaches up to catch Garrus' face in his hands, pulling him down into a searing kiss.
He drags it as long as he can, tasting, his world narrowing down to Garrus' presence, his scent, the feel of his plates against Noh-Varr's fingers.
When he pulls away, he doesn't let Garrus get very far. ]
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He drags it as long as he can, tasting, his world narrowing down to Garrus' presence, his scent, the feel of his plates against Noh-Varr's fingers.
When he pulls away, he doesn't let Garrus get very far. ]
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