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"Spuddy… You're sure you don't mind?"
"No. I promise. I—please, Ralph. Let me."
With the sort of care he'd like to become practiced, Laurie takes his boyfriend's grip in his own, stroking his fingertips gently up the seamed centre before unsnapping the fastening at the wrist, loosening his glove. The he slips it off. The leather and padding slide back to reveal the tender, pink and pale musculature of Ralph's scarred hand.
Laurie presses a kiss to the palm.
And when Ralph shifts again to cup his cheek, leaning up and into it: a kiss to his lips too.