Matt makes a sound against his mouth that's almost surprised, then pleased. His hand starts to slide up Obi-Wan's thigh as he shifts on the mattress; his other hand wraps around Obi-Wan's waist as he leans back.
Matt's power isn't always so easy to distinguish from his body. He's not drawing on it intentionally now, but it's here: curling in his belly, rippling and fluttering with the quickened beat of his heart and catch in his breath.
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Matt makes a sound against his mouth that's almost surprised, then pleased. His hand starts to slide up Obi-Wan's thigh as he shifts on the mattress; his other hand wraps around Obi-Wan's waist as he leans back.
Matt's power isn't always so easy to distinguish from his body. He's not drawing on it intentionally now, but it's here: curling in his belly, rippling and fluttering with the quickened beat of his heart and catch in his breath.