[There's something to be said for it, or maybe it's that it speaks volumes on its own. Nikolas knows Winter well by now. There's so much he's gotten wrong in the past, but he has always known him, and this, too, he can read for what it is. His lips curl into a smile for just an instant, but he can't keep that up and kiss at the same time, and damned if he isn't going to err for the kiss when Winter so clearly wants it himself. His tongue slips into Winter's mouth, requesting entry rather than demanding it.]
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